#POP CHAMPAGNE OOOOOH

[earfgoddesss]

one of my mutuals found this weird iced out Aang "dating profile" in some old Nickelodeon magazine and it hasn't left my brain.

AVOID HIM WHEN: Prince Zuko is in town. WHAT DOES THAT MEAN???

[maskyish]

Banri's Birthday Rabbit TV 2023 - Episode 3 - "Biggest Supporters"

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3

Please note: I am NOT a professional and my level of JP is very, very basic. I do this for practice and to share with other fans for fun. Please take my translations with a grain of salt as there may be mistakes. If you see any, please let me know and I can correct them. If anyone else has this card and wants to translate this at any time then please feel free to do so!

Tsumugi & Anesagi & Okarin & Shirou: Oooooh….! 

Banri: This is kind of embarrassing… 

Tsumugi: It really suits you! I want to show everyone…! 

Okarin: If Momo-kun and Yuki-kun saw this, they’d be super excited! 

Shirou: You look like a real model. It looks good! 

Anesagi: Well, don’t you clean up nicely….! Although, not as good as my prince! 

Banri: Haha, thank you very much. I���m happy to receive such high praise. 

Morino: Awesome! It looks great on you, Ogami! With this, tomorrow’s photoshoot can go on just as planned!! 

Banri: Jeez, you’re sure in a good mood. 

Stylist: I had no idea what was going to happen, but you all really helped us out by coming…! How can I thank you….? 

Banri: It’s fine. Due to our line of work, we’re used to unexpected situations like this, so we really understand how you feel. We’re happy to help. 

Tsumugi: Ah, excuse me, let me give you my business card. If anything pops up, please feel free to give our office a call. 

Stylist: Will do! 

Anesagi: Nice speed, Takanashi-san! 

Tsumugi: Thanks! I felt encouraged by your advice when choosing the cheese curry bread! 

Stylist: Oh, excuse me. I’ll adjust part of the hem just a little bit. 

Morino: He really does look just as lean as he was back then… 

Shirou: Then as expected, Ogami-san was popular in high school too? 

Morino: He was! This guy had all the girls falling for him! 

Banri: Hey, don’t say whatever you want just because I can’t move right now— 

Morino: Am I wrong, though? Just how many times did I ask you for advice? 

Morino: Girls would talk to me, but when I thought about it, it was only about what Ogami’s type was, or if he had any girls he liked! 

Okarin: Ogami-san is kind, considerate, and perfect, so I’m sure he gained a lot of fans without even realizing it. 

Morino: Exactly! 

Morino: It wasn’t like they publicly squealed, but more like the girls were earnestly supportive. Rather than something like fan popularity, Ogami was just genuinely liked by them. 

Anesagi: What a sinful man… 

Okarin & Shirou: A sinful man, indeed… 

Banri: Please don’t harmonize over there! 

Morino: The girl I liked also liked Ogami…. 

Tsumugi: R-really….? 

Morino: I was so frustrated I could die, so to be honest I started spreading rumors such as Ogami having really sweaty hands, and that he sneezes loudly. 

Banri: Stop with your strangely elaborate reality! (1) 

Stylist: ….. Alright, I’m done with the adjustments! The fitting is now complete! I really can’t thank you enough! 

*clap clap clap clap* 

Morino: Alriiight! Seriously, thanks a lot, Ogami! As a thank you, let me take your photo! One that could make your partner faint! (2) 

Banri: Well, I don’t know when that time will come, but I might like to be photographed since you’ve become a pro. So I’ll leave it to you. 

Morino: Great! A man who looks good by the window!

*click*

Tsumugi: Wow…! It’s like a sweets buffet! It’s so lovely…! 

Anesagi: Oh my god, this is the best! I would love to have a wedding like this. 

Morino: They also made test treats for tomorrow, so I’m glad you guys can try some. 

….. But, is this really okay as a thank you? 

Shirou: Of course. Those kids will be happy to even be sent pictures like this. 

Okarin: Oh, Utsugi-san! If you’d like, shall I take a picture? 

Shirou: Are you sure? Then, please, if you would. 

Yay. 

Okarin: Yay! 

Anesagi: As you can see, we’re having a lot of fun, so it’s totally fine. 

Morino: Ahaha! Glad to hear it…! 

Okarin: Ogami-san, I brought you some champagne if you’d like! 

Banri: Thank you. Even though the wedding isn’t until tomorrow, it already kind of feels like a party.

Anesagi: …..Isn’t it about time for the plan? 

Shirou: Yes, I think so. 

Banri: What plan? 

Tsumugi: Banri-san! Actually, when we were discussing whether you were going to model or not, we had also decided on your surprise! 

Tsumugi: The video call connected, I’ll put it on speaker! 

Banri: A surprise?! 

Riku: Hellooo! Can you guys hear me—? 

Iori: Wait, Nanase-san. Don’t cover it with your finger. It’s on the camera part. 

Mitsuki: Woah, you’re actually wearing a tuxedo! It looks amazing! 

Tamaki: Seriously! Ban-chan, you’re sooo cool! 

Ryuu: Wow….! You look like a model! 

Gaku: Woah, what a flashy place. 

Minami: Is it a church garden? There are so many sweets…..

Touma: Wait, isn’t Ogami-san seriously way too handsome….? Is it alright to have such a cool manager? 

Momo: B-B-B-BA-BA-BA—BAN-SAN…..!

Yuki: Oh, Momo fell over. Ban, are you getting married without telling me? 

Banri: Y-you guys! What’s with the gathering?! 

Nagi: We wanted to see our beloved manager. 

…. Oh! There are 2 pretty fairies in the garden. 

Tsumugi: Fufu. We were able to rent this lovely garden! 

Anesagi: Oh my god….. If it wasn’t for this being through a screen, I would’ve fainted….

Yamato: Heeh, it’s a nice place. It has a really good feel to it. 

Tenn: You look amazing, Anesagi-san.  

Gaku: Your face is red. Are you doing alright?  You should take a break in the shade over there…

Anesagi: Thank you. I’m alright. I’m in tip-top shape. Ahh, the champagne is so good. 

Momo: Okarin! Eat enough delicious food for me too, and be sure to bake it into your memory…! 

Okarin: Haha! Thank you very much. I’ll bring home lots of souvenirs!

Haruka: Utsugi-san, scooch a little closer. I can’t see you. 

Minami: Isumi-san, you can come this way. The screen is easier to see. 

Torao: Isn’t it about time you started missing us? 

Shirou: Indeed. Since I was lonely, I took lots of photos to send to you all. 

Torao: W-well aren’t you honest about it….

Sougo: It looks like a wonderful place to celebrate. 

Tamaki: Right? Oh, wait a sec, let’s record the screen! 

Banri: A celebration… No way….

Sougo: Yes way. We have a present for you, Banri-san. 

Riku: It’s fan service from all of us! 

Banri: EH?! Fanservice…. Is it really alright to receive something so luxurious? 

Yamato: It’s gonna go by fast, so don’t look away! 

Mitsuki: To start us off, an air hug from Iori and Riku! 

Riku & Iori: *Huuug!* 

Iori: … Ahem. Ogami-san, we’ll be in your care from now on as well. 

Riku: Banri-saaan! Thank you! 

Banri: Of course! Thank you for the cute hug! I love you both! 

Mitsuki: Up next will be me, Yamato-san, and Nagi! 

I love you, Banri-san! *Mmm, chu!* 

Nagi: *Mmm, chu!*  I LOVE YOU BANRI! 

I wish you much happiness from now on as well. 

Yamato: H-huuh? Well, I’ll go along with it since it’s for Banri-san……. *chu!* 

Banri: Haha! Thank you! Getting blown kisses from you three made my heart skip a beat! 

Tamaki: Alright! MEZZO’s next!  Let’s go, Sou-chan! Wave your arms really big! 

Sougo: Leave it to me. I’ve been stretching. 

MEZZO: We love you thiiiis much! 

We look forward to working with you in the future too! 

Banri: You two….. Thank you! I love both of you, too! 

Ryuu: Then, it’s TRIGGER’s turn next! Let’s do it! 

TRIGGER: Let’s share a dream you never have to wake from. 

TRIGGER: BANG!

Banri: Uwahh, so cool…! TRIGGER literally shot through my heart! 

Anesagi: Fufu! You wouldn’t be able to be in one piece after receiving fanservice like this! 

Yuki: Now then, Ban. Will you also accept our fanservice? 

Momo: I’ll make a heart with Yuki….! Please accept it, Ban-san! 

Re:vale: Heaaart! 

Banri: Thank you…! I got the best Re:vale heart! 

Okarin: Surely! They were both perfect! 

Touma: Alright! We’re the last ones up. Let’s do it! 

ZOOL: Only look at us…!

Banri: S-so cool! The power of just a wink…! 

Shirou: Please let me take a video with my phone later! 

Riku: And now….. Everyone will go! One… two… three! 

TRIGGER & IDOLISH7 & Re:vale & ZOOL: Happy Birthday! 

Banri: Thank you…..! It was amazing, I’ve never had such a luxury! The fanservice medley from everyone was the best! 

Banri: I am so fortunate to receive a gift packed with so much love like this. 

Riku: We’re the fortunate ones…! It’s because of you and our manager that we’re able to make all of our fans happy. 

Tenn: I agree. It’s because of Anesagi-san that we can stand like we have. Please continue to stay by our side.  

Momo: We’ve known Okarin for a long time, but we have never forgotten this feeling of gratitude.  We’re always relying on you. Let’s continue towards the view at the top together! 

Haruka: Thank you for believing in us, and for making us believe in you. I really do think…. that I’m happy you’re here, Utsugi-san. 

Haruka: Well then…. Ready, and….! 

TRIGGER & IDOLiSH7 & Re:vale & ZOOL: Thank you for everything! We look forward to continue working together! 

Tsumugi: ……. T-thank you so very much!! I will do my very best to make sure you smile! 

Anesagi: ….. It kind of feels like a proposal, huh. No matter what, I will always be on your side. I’ll always think of you. 

Okarin: I want to forever and always protect the scenery that Momo-kun and Yuki-kun have shown me, and go towards it together! Re:vale really is the best! 

Shirou: I am so grateful to have the privilege of being by your side to watch over the growth of everyone in ZOOL. This must be my first time getting to thank you. 

Banri: We are everyone’s #1 fans and your biggest supporters. 

End of rabbitv. 

TL Notes: 

The word used is 絶妙 so a more literal translation could be something like “Stop making it exquisitely realistic!” but I didn’t think “exquisite” in English really fit the tone of what he was saying since “exquisite” is usually used in a beauty/fancy context so I went with "strangely elaborate".

The phrasing here is literally something along the lines of “knockout your partner” but it sounded more violent than I think intended when worded like that so I changed it to fainted lol . 

Side note: This is so unimportant but even though I translated them both as “cool”, Banri describes TRG as やばい (yabai) and ZOOL as 格好いい (kakkoi)

And thank you to @marina41trench for helping me brainstorm on some lines I got stumped on!!

[satanicspinosaurus]

>Octavia and Gale get a little close, tell each other some things about themselves.

O.o 

>Not even in Octavia's childhood celebrating her hero ancestor

:) 

>sees the statue of Tav, her great grandmother.

DAMN. That’s, uh, gotta be a thing. Also now I get to know more about Gale.

>his ancestor Gale

I love the idea that Gale is so nerdy either he has made a million little nerds or he’s popped back in for round 2. I don’t care which one, because either is delicious in its own way. 

>"Incredible! You somehow always have a trick up your sleeve don't you? Oh I cannot wait to tell Astarion!"

:) He’s so happy. 

>I don't know if you realize by how little I mention it, or by how quietly I just told you in a gigantic party, but I'm not exactly one to advertise my family lineage.

Damn, girl be setting boundariiiiiiiies! <3

>She was on her third different way of wording the same answer

The worst. Absolutely horrible when this happens. Octavia should get to kill (1) person for free because of this.

>gross tasting champagne

I don’t drink. I should mention that. Isn’t champagne one of easier ones to drink? Idk. This feels weird? (Or I know nothing about alcohol, either way!) 

>He strolls up from behind Octavia and dumps the champagne into a topiary planter.

That can’t be good for the plant. 

>Don't know how many times I was approached by the same Drow woman

So did Araj get run through the spin cycle too? 

>Seems hard.

Thank you! DnD focuses on adventures, but they are kind of weirdos! Most people aren’t running through dungeons and shit because farming’s hard enough. We don’t need to add monsters to the mix. 

>They're the elites who came up after all the shit everyone else cleaned up.

Oooooh, interesting. Usually worlds get calmer as they go, so yeah Astarion having helped make things easier would probably affect how he views people today. 

>Somehow this seemed like what he needed right now. 

Ahhh, yes. Many years later, Astarion is still a feral cat and she’s just letting him come at his pace. 🙂

>his ears wiggled a little

Elf ears should be able to wiggle. @ Me I don’t care. This is good and I like it. 

>"I thought I saw 'starion here with you..?"

So he’s drunk, yes? 

>I haven't seen him all night! He's always moving around in the shadows like some sort of-"

Finish that thought, gale. Finish it. >Astarion comes out and interrupts Gale OH GOOD, he’s still a shit

>"She told me that she knows stuff! Like...real good stuff..."

Gale. Sad. No. I get info dumping is great, but no. Octavia said no. 

>before he could finish, Octavia jerks him back, his whole body turning into rubber, pulling them down onto the floor

GOOD

>Octavia seizes the opportunity to shut him up, go home, and end this whole night all at the same time. 

?

>Astarion lets out a scandalous laugh "Oh I see how it is...good for you Gale"

WOW. So I did NOT see that coming! 

>"Oh no dearest, don't worry, I'm not jealous of the walking encyclopedia.

Said like a man who has to have thought about this a few times, lol. For real though, elves recycle souls. They probably don’t always pair up again, so that’s uh….got to be something. >Yeah, let's go Gale.

DAMN CLIFF HANGER! I cannot wait to hear more about Octavia’s motivations here

Memories of Us Chapter 6

Chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |

Summary: It's party time bitches. Octavia and Gale get a little close, tell each other some things about themselves. Gross wine is involved.

Inspired by @cheesy-cryptid 's fan art that took root in my mind and continues to do so.

As always I want to give credits to my best friend @micropoe10 for reading this and helping me come up with stuff. You're the best babe 😘

Tag list: (as always thanks to those who asked to be tagged! If you'd like to join, let me know!)

@justporo @satanicspinosaurus @sleepy-timaeus @tragedybunny @davenswitcher @wayward-hel

Chapter 6

maybe you and me

Inside the museum, the crowd is evergrowing. Hundreds of people are flooding the main atrium. Not even in Octavia's childhood celebrating her hero ancestor had she seen this many people in one place. She and Gale keep walking linked arm in arm, as they step through the convention she sees the statue of Tav, her great grandmother. She feels like now is the perfect time to tell Gale.

"Uh...Gale?" She tugs a little at his sleeve, he turns to look at her quizzically. "Everything okay?" He asks, she nods reassuringly " I have something to tell you and I don't want you to freak out or anything..." She looks over at the statue and begins telling him about her childhood.

The stories her grandmother would tell her about the hero matriarch of their family, the adventures that were had with his ancestor Gale of Waterdeep, the grand wizard who also saved this town. The trials they had through with the Gith, the Sharran turned Selunite, the Tiefling with the heart of iron, and the Blade of Frontiers.

The whole story fascinated Gale and he couldn't believe that she knew what he had grown up with, to be one of the line of people they came from was no easy task. "Incredible! You somehow always have a trick up your sleeve don't you? Oh I cannot wait to tell Astarion!" His eyes are alight with renewal behind them. He shakes his head and holds on to both of Octavia's hands. "You are the key. You are the one who could help, this is why he gave you the damn book! How? How the hells did he even know?!"

Octavia's brows shot up and a cold worry quickly filled her. "He doesn't know. I don't know if you realize by how little I mention it, or by how quietly I just told you in a gigantic party, but I'm not exactly one to advertise my family lineage. People tend to get weird about it.." She slowly drops her hands out of Gale's. "I would appreciate it if we didn't tell him...not yet." She swallows nervously, "Maybe after this whole painting business is done?"

She smiles wryly and takes a pair of drinks from a tray carrying waiter passing by. "Let's just take a note from his book tonight? What does he say? 'Live a little, daaahling'." She ends with a bad impersonation of Astarion, hands Gale the glass and they clink glasses; he shakes his head with a smile and drinks.

—-------------------

It had been roughly two hours since she and Gale were separated by the guests who had a million questions about the new exhibit. She was on her third different way of wording the same answer to a halfling who kept making it very clear that their family was one of the many donors to this museum. She laughs and nods, appeasing them and excusing herself. She finds an open door to the outer balcony and swiftly walks towards it.

Thankfully there was another drink table next to it, she grabs a flight of what looks like sparkling water and quickly drinks it. To her distaste, it was more of that gross tasting champagne. As she comes out onto the balcony, she wriggles as the bubbles shoot down her throat, the sensation causing her to make an audible groan.

"Isn't it just awful? I pay for the best but get this vinegar in a champagne bottle. How utterly disappointing." Of course, as if on cue, Astarion makes his appearance. He strolls up from behind Octavia and dumps the champagne into a topiary planter. He's dressed in the most immaculate outfit she has ever seen him wear.

Black from top to bottom, his shirt was opened and his chest exposed to the moonlight, very fitted pants, and a hint of red in the lining of his jacket. His eyes are covered by his glasses, Octavia was hoping he wouldn't wear them tonight but she doesn't bring it up.

Astarion takes a red handkerchief from his coat pocket and wipes his lips in one fluid motion. "Good evening to you too, Astarion. I take it you're having a good night? Well aside from the drinks." Octavia giggles and leans back on the edge of the enclosure, her hands resting on the wall.

"I would if these people would stop making me repeat myself. Don't know how many times I was approached by the same Drow woman asking me idiotic questions about the other exhibits. Thank the Gods she got pulled away by an hors d'oeuvres tray passing by. I made my dashing escape afterwards. What about you, darling? Are you finally enjoying yourself?" He stands next to her, facing out towards the city.

"Yes, somewhat. I mean I'm right there with you about the cycle of questioning. Other than that it's been..." she pauses, looking down "it's been fine. Like I said before, I'm more of a 'work silently in the background' type. So for me to be here, under all this attention...it's intimidating. I'm just not used to it." Her lips upturn slightly, she plays with the hem of the sleeve hanging off her shoulder. "I'm sorry if that's not the answer you were looking for."

She huffs and turns her body to look out. "Growing up here, you learn a lot of things, fantastical adventures, death defying actions to save the world, magic and gods, demons, mind flayers....honestly I'm glad I didn't have to do all of that. Seems hard." She bends a little and places her elbows on the edge of the wall, there she tucks her hands under her chin.

Astarion looks down at her, his brows somewhat knitted together, a small frown on his face. "Darling, it's one thing to read about it, doing it is a completely different story." He turns to his right, looking into the patrons inside the atrium. "Those people in there would never get it. They're the elites who came up after all the shit everyone else cleaned up. They weren't the ones knee deep in it for who knows how long. Sleeping in dirt, chasing monsters, killing whomever or whatever tried to kill you first. It's exhausting."

He spoke like someone who had first hand experience with this, the way he seethed through the whole speech. Octavia sensed there was something else behind that anger, but this was not the time to pry more. She turns to him, standing close under the evening stars, she places her hand on his. Somehow this seemed like what he needed right now.

Astarion tenses a little, but Octavia can feel him relax soon after. From the corner of her eye she could swear a small smile cracked in the corner of his mouth and his ears wiggled a little. There was a small huff behind it, followed by Astarion clearing his throat. They stand there in the silence, staring out at the lights glittering in the veil of the night.

"OCTAVIA!!! FINALLY I FOUND YOU!!!" Gale comes stumbling through the door, his jacket is undone and the drink in his hand is swirling wildly with his movements. "I have been..looking EVERYWHERE for you!!!" She and Astarion break their contact, startled, and she walks towards Gale catching him in her arms. Astarion instantly disappears into the shadows. "I thought I saw 'starion here with you..?"

Gale slurs a bit, his breath smelling like the champagne that Astarion had criticized earlier. "Oh no, I was here alone. Maybe it was one of the waiters they've got wandering around?" She holds up her glass, giving him a slight smile. She links her arm with his and sits down on the bench in front of them. "Why? Were you looking for him for any particular reason?"

Gale enthusiastically nods, his whole body shaking in return. "Yes! I wanted to talk to him!! I haven't seen him all night! He's always moving around in the shadows like some sort of-" "Is there something you wish to talk about, my dear Gale? I just walked past and heard you mention me?" Astarion comes out and interrupts Gale, he walks towards the pair, and he crosses his arms and legs on the wall in front of them. "YES! I..was thinking about that book!"

Octavia quietly gasps, her whole body turning cold in an instant. Whether it was from the lack of covering on her shoulders and arms, or the fear of Gale's drunk inhibitions outing her in front of Astarion "Octavia here..." He continues, "She told me that she knows stuff! Like...real good stuff..." He leans back some, his body fully consumed by the alcohol pulling her down a little. "She was telling me..uh that she's-" before he could finish, Octavia jerks him back, his whole body turning into rubber, pulling them down onto the floor.

She lands on top of him, her arms on his chest, his wrapped around her. "Hi. I forgot what I was talking about." His face full of a drunken blush now turns into a whole body flush. Octavia seizes the opportunity to shut him up, go home, and end this whole night all at the same time.

She pulls Gale up to her and kisses him, the taste of the bitter alcohol filling her mouth. She feels his arms squeeze her down a little and he leans into it some. She pulls away instantly and Astarion lets out a scandalous laugh "Oh I see how it is...good for you Gale"

Octavia gets off, rolling onto her legs and turns up at Astarion. She puts on a somewhat convincing drunk voice, "Sorry, he pulled me down and I...I guess I just couldn't help myself?" Astarion laughs more, extending his hand to help her up, "Oh no dearest, don't worry, I'm not jealous of the walking encyclopedia. I'm happy for you, really. You should probably take him home, seems like he's had a little too much fun for one night, hmm?"

Astarion laughs and helps Octavia pull Gale up, he sways softly as he catches himself. "But..." He pouts, Astarion pats his back and straightens him up more. "Gale, whatever it is you can always tell me later. There are more pressing matters that I feel you should attend to..." He motions his head towards Octavia, she could feel the salacious glare behind the lenses he wore and it made her face go warm. "Yeah, let's go Gale."

[itsleese]

boxing gym anon here where their boxing gyms are across from eachother and they have those cliche turf war things,,, trying to steal eachother’s clients, bragging about better equipment, ... like people go to the bakusquad gym for kirishima’s sunshine ass so the dekusquad brings out izuku to compete, etc. so one day bakugou goes over to talk shit (as usual 🙄) and reader ends up showing him up in the ring and then bakugou’s like “yo that shit’s hot” and i mean... sweaty lockeroom sex 👀👀

unrelated but also smth i had to get out: underground fighting au where reader is just there announcing the fights and shit so she can get her cash and go home but then mr bakugo comes out... they’re eyeing eachother and then bakugo gets pissed cause the dude didnt even put up that much of a fight for all the hype so u and him go to the back so he can let out some steam.. sweaty lockeroom sex 👀

on a softer note i love your writing and your blog so much you’re such a sweet and kind person wishing you the best, also congrats on your pregnancy! ✨💕

oooooh yes yes yes im hot for this ALL OF THIS. i binged Kingdom on Netflix, so fighters are like... on my MIND always atm.

take this bc now it’s just rotting my brain 😫

You started managing Izuku’s gym after the break up. Sure, it was weird at first, but before the relationship you were friends, so it was like... going back in time.

In a way.

He trusts you as much as he trusts his other friends, but you were on the top of his list to ask when he took over from Toshinori. Tsuyu’s managing Ochako and a few rising stars, Iida’s got his hands full with Shou and Izuku and Shinsou, and the only other person he’d ask has his own gym a couple blocks away.

So, it was natural he’d ask you to be manager. You stopped fighting after the bike crash, and was your 9-5 really fulfilling?

The gym’s nice; might need some renovations here and there— ladies locker room especially— but it’s nice. Everyone knows each other, and the members make a note of loving the fact Izuku didn’t give up his career to run the gym.

“Izuku wouldn’t give up his career for anything, trust me,” you laugh lightly, not missing the feeling of your ex’s worried stare. “Fighting is his life, huh, Izu?” You wink at him.

You’re not caught up on him, not really. But it makes you feel a bit better to tease him, to rub the salt in the wound a little.

“So, this is it, huh?” Comes a new voice, loud and brash.

It’s been a long time since you’ve seen him, but you’d know Bakugo Katsuki’s voice anywhere. Everyone knows Bakugo. He looks around the place like it’s beneath him, crosses those heavily tattooed arms over the skin tight shirt clinging to his pecks.

“It’s been a long time, Midoriya!” The redhead next to him smiles, pushing ahead of him to pull Izuku into a hug. That’s Kirishima, at least he’s pleasant.

“You made it!” Izuku laughs, patting his back before pulling away.

So this is a pre-arranged visit? And you weren’t told? Other people you recognise— Kaminari, Sero, Mina— wander in laughing and joking, pulling Shouto and Ochako away from their training; even Iida comes out of his office.

A reunion of sorts.

And you weren’t told.

“You look pissed,” Bakugo says, coming to stand next to you, watching as everyone greets one another like they’re old pals. Which, technically, they are. “Nothin’ wrong with a little friendly competition.”

“If I’d known you were coming, I would’ve hired some girls to serve canapés and champagne, your highness.” You snip at him, sending him a fake smile. His grin just grows.

“Unbutton that blouse and tie it up under your tits. I’m not picky with my serving girls.” He ogles you, but you know it’s just to rile up Izuku, can feel him staring at the two of you while he talks to old friends.

“Are you staying long? I can pop a bottle?” You ask professionally, pretending not to notice his red eyes giving you the up and down.

“Maybe,” he shrugs, taking a step away from you as Izuku approaches.

“Kacchan, good to see you,” he smiles, pulling him into a hug.

“Nice to see you without a cast for a change, shitty Deku.” Bakugo laughs.

“I’m gonna go get some drinks and food sorted.” You excuse yourself, feeling a little awkward. Izuku’s quick to get flustered about it.

“Hey, no it’s okay, it’s not that big of a deal—” he begins, pulling away from Bakugo, hands up defensively.

“Izuku, please,” you laugh, turning away, about to head towards your office. “Can’t have the rival gym crew come over and not offer them hospitality. I’ll set something up out back, don’t worry.”

“Oi,” Bakugo calls right as you walk off. You stop and turn, raising a brow at him. “Don’t forget that wardrobe change.” He grins, runs his tongue along his top row of teeth.

Fuck, it’s gonna be a long day.

[meddlecine]

My future in an email.

After 5 GAMSATs, 2 undergraduate degrees, 2 overseas moves, and 3 career changes, I sat staring at my computer frantically refreshing my inbox in the hopes of receiving a life-changing email. It had been 2 hours since other aspiring hopefuls had started receiving their offers, or the cruelly dreaded EoD (email of death). I refreshed my inbox again and... nothing.  I crinkled my eyebrows down and let out a big, dramatic sigh. I guess the good news was that I hadn’t gotten rejected yet, but... I also hadn’t gotten in anywhere either.

The longer it went on, the more scattered I felt. Maybe I didn’t submit my application properly? Maybe I didn’t get in anywhere, and I was going to get my rejection email right as others were getting their champagne-popping-worthy messages instead. It looked like the offers were being released in batches. School 1 at 10am, school 2 and 10:32am, school 3 at 11:04am, and so on.  My lowest preference school had already released their offers, and I’d gotten nothing. I crossed my fingers, telling myself that this could be good news. After all, it might mean that I get an offer for a school higher up on my preference list!

My 5th school came out... 4th preferenced school... 3rd... and still nothing.  And oooooh golly did the stakes feel like they were getting hotter and higher with each passing moment. My 2nd preference released their offers... nothing. Oh my god, this means it’s all nothing. It’s all or nothing now.

Two hours later, it arrived. The sender? My first preference. Subject? “Outcome”. That can’t be good, right? ‘Outcome’ is the signal to let you know that you made it this far, but not quite far enough. I didn’t care. I just wanted an answer—heck, needed—an answer for it to be over with. Applications had started 6 months earlier and this meant that I could finally plan some part of my life—if I didn’t get in, maybe I’d go live overseas for a while again? I’d always liked the idea of London. Yes, that would do! Med school, or London. Med school, or London. I practically chanted this phrase over and over to remind myself that if I didn’t get in, this was not the end. It’s just a ‘not yet’.

Breath held, I clicked on the email as fast as I could move my fingers. My heart thumped and eyes darted around the screen like a kid storming around the room after an afternoon of sugar and red cordial. I could barely concentrate or register a single word in the email.

It didn’t matter. I saw the one word that I needed to: “Congratulations”.

That was 3 months ago, and tomorrow, I start my first day of med school as a woman in her late 20′s. Let’s see what kind of mischief I’m getting myself into!

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine

Soft boi Erik

It’s Y/N and Erik’s honeymoon. They have the perfect get away in the Virgin Islands. During sex Erik is staring at Y/N and he’s so overwhelmed with how beautiful she is/her body is and he arrives to the station “early” lol.

Warnings: Teasing, FLUFF, SMUT, pre-mature cum, SoftBoi

A week away in the Virgin Island for the newly weds. Y/N was a Stevens now. They climbed out of Erik’s Private jet, a welcoming party already there waiting for them both. Their personal driver, Ramone, grabbed their bags to put away. Erik held the door opened for his wife, helping her inside before he settles in next to her.

“Newly Weds?!” Their personal driver asks, “How long you two staying here?”

“Two weeks!” Y/N squeezed Erik’s hand, “Two weeks in paradise. I’m so excited. Aren’t you excited, babe?”

“Two weeks with you is paradise enough for me,” Erik couldn’t keep his lips under control as they trailed down his wife’s neck, “My Wifey. Damn, you’re officially all mine.”

Y/N giggles, Erik’s plush lips tickling her neck. He was on top of her now in the back seat, trailing his loving and desperate kisses down the middle of her chest before they landed on her belly button. Y/N squirms, her knees coming up to hide her stomach away from his feather-like kisses.

“Baybeee,” Y/N whimpered with a small laugh.

“I can’t help myself. Your so damn addictive,” Erik takes his hand to run up her tropical wrap skirt, “Can Hubby take a peak?”

“Oh, Babyeee,” Y/N whispers, “We aren’t alone-“

“I need you. Two weeks of paradise includes two weeks of fucking. I’m fucking you, Wifey, every damn night.”

“Oh, goodness,” Her skin blushed, “Will I ever get a chance to sight see?”

“We can, and we can fuck on the beach. Pull you in the back of a shop and fuck you against a wall. Go to a reggae club with VIP and fuck you right there. Fuck you everywhere, Baby.”

Erik’s lips passionately clashed with Y/N’s in the back seat. Tongues twirling, lips smacking, sighs of pleasure. Erik pulls away, stroking Y/N’s cheek with his thumb, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Y/N replies before leaning forward to peck Erik’s lips.

“Show me that ring,” Erik smiles. Y/N giggles, rolling her eyes playfully before showing off her ring. It was a Pear-cut Champagne Brown Diamond Engagement Ring. It has white accent Diamonds. 18k white gold ring sporting a diamond halo around the main stone. That didn’t include the diamond wedding band she also has. Erik grabs her hand, admiring the extravagant jewelry before placing a kiss over it.

“Seeing this, has my dick hard as fuck right about now,” Erik drags that same hand down so she could feel exactly how hard he is. How rigid his dick is in his shorts. Y/N bites her lip, looking up at Erik slowly before sticking her tongue out to lick across his lips. Erik’s body shivered. He captured her tongue between his lips, sucking it, before covering her mouth with his lips. Y/N moaned into his mouth.

“We are here, lovely couple!”

A beautiful vacation villa in St. Croix, U.S Virgin Islands. It was up on a hill, surrounded by the tropics with a trail to the beach and a private pool with a jacuzzi. It was wide open with a patio that wrapped around the villa; large floor to ceiling windows and the perfect furniture fit for an island getaway. Y/N spotted so many places she would love to lounge at while she was here. The hammock on the front porch was big enough for two. Then there was a large cream colored pit sofa with tropical pillows.

“WOW.” Erik pulled his RayBands on top of his dreads, “Remind me to buy our own Villa so we can escape and come here whenever we want to.”

“I promise I will,” Y/N began walking in her Birkenstock’s up the stairs behind Ramone. He carefully carried the luxury suitcases. Erik carried the shoulder bags. Finally up the stairs, Y/N pulls out her cell to take a picture of the outside of the villa.

“I don’t think I want to go home, babe,” Y/N turned around to look at Erik, “fuck work and responsibility. Let’s live here.”

“I don’t think your mom would be happy with me if I kept you here,” Erik kissed Y/N’s forehead before following Ramone into the Villa. Y/N took a few pictures before joining them both inside. The Aloe Vera plant garden made Y/N smile. She planned on using it for her hair and skin. She was happy her and Erik were alone. She could walk around naked all day every day.

“The fridge is fully stocked but there is a produce market down the back trail. All the fruits, vegetables, oils, butters, and cigars you need. Much much more too.”

“Thanks Ramone,” Erik pulls out his wallet, tipping the elder man generously, “If we need you again, we can just call you?”

“Absolutely! Thank you! Thank you!” Ramone accepted their cash, saying his final goodbyes before leaving Y/N and Erik alone.

“EEEK!” Y/N ran up to Erik, jumping into his arms and straddling his waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck while Erik spins her around. Y/N leans back, kissing Erik while grasping his face.

“Let’s look around,” Y/N spoke against Erik’s lips. She hops down, grabbing his arm to drag him along. They looked at the living room, kitchen, and dining room area. Up the steps they went, Erik slapping Y/N’s ass while she tried to run away from him. He chased her a little before wrapping his arms around her waist, keeping her close to him while they checked out all the rooms. The bathroom was their personal favorite. Erik promised daily bubble baths and sex in the shower. Finally, they both made it to the master bedroom. It also has a wrap around patio.

“Perfect, I am in awe of this place,” Y/N was carried bridal style towards the bed, “You really outdid yourself, handsome,” Y/N bats her long lashes at him.

“Hmm,” Erik gently places his wife onto the bed, crawling towards her like a wild cat. She bites her fleshy bottom lip, curling a single finger for him to come closer.

“Why not start off fucking now, huh?” Y/N takes off her white tee that she wore wrapped in the front to expose her stomach. Nothing but beautiful round breasts awaited Erik’s drooling mouth. Now, Y/N was removing her tropical wrap skirt. Once that was gone, the only barrier left was her burnt orange thong. Erik went flat on his belly, crawling towards her on his elbows. Y/N opened her legs wider, a single finger in her mouth to seduce him. Erik’s lips kissed up her feet, calves, inner thighs, then over her warm mound. Erik uses his teeth to pull her thong down slowly, his primal eyes watching the way her pink tongue licked around her lips. The thong was down past her feet now, Erik releasing it from his mouth. His large hands pulled Y/N’s legs towards him before bringing them up and over her head. She was wide open for him. Y/N sat up on her elbows, a naughty smile on her face.

“Eat me?” Y/N pulls her pussy lips apart, “Eat my pussy, Hubby?”

“Fuck yes,” Erik licks her slit in one strike, “You taste just like pineapples down here.”

“Mm-uhhh,” Her eyes rolled shut, “Damn, that dangerous tongue.”

Erik gave her more tongue. Y/N’s head fell back against the pillows. His tongue made her inner folds puff up lick he wanted them to. Her hand reaches out to remove his shades from his head, tossing those on the other side of the bed before grabbing a fist full of his dreads to bring his lips to her pussy.

“Give me some of that mouth...good, Daddy,” Y/N’s body grinds into his mouth, “So...good.”

“Mhm,” Erik mumbles into her pussy, “Mhm.”

“Yes,” Y/N’s mouth fell open, “Yes, right fucking there.”

His lips sucking on her made Y/N’s toes curl and back arch from the bed. Her eyes connected with Erik’s, watching him pleasure her. Y/N’s hand came forward to stroke the dreads that fell in his eyes back. She held his hair back for him, her eyebrows knitted together with immense pleasure while she mumbled how good she felt. Biting her bottom lip hard, Y/N uses all the power in her hips to fuck Erik’s mouth. Her hips buckled into his mouth, toes pointed to the ceiling. Erik could feel her cream mixed with her juices drizzle down the side of his lip to his chin.

“Ahhhhhh, ahhhhhhh, mmmm, Umph, oooooh, ooooo, Mhm, Mhm, mmm-uhhhhh,”

She was a moaning mess. Her ass shook along with her thighs. Her breathing came out in a desperate rhythm now. She was wheezing almost. Erik didn’t stop. He kept on going and going. Y/N’s eyes rolled cross-eyed before her hand left his hair to grab both of her breasts, squeezing them and twirling her nipples. Erik looked up just in time to see her lick one of her nipples. His dick hurt from how hard it was. Boundless and vast dick so long, fat, and solidified that it throbbed against his thigh. Her sugary fluids coated his tongue yet again. She was spilling in his mouth. Looking up at her from between her legs, watching all the faces she made, Erik couldn’t control the urge to cum. He needed to be inside of her.

Erik’s lips popped off her labia and clit, his lips glossy and his chin hair soaked with her cream. He didn’t care to wipe his face as he stood from the bed, yanking off his shorts and tropical buttoned shirt. Fully nude and looking powerfully built, Erik got back on the bed in a hurry, pulling Y/N’s legs over his shoulders. Her breath rushed in and out, eyes low with lust as she watches her husband position himself without a word. He yearned for her. He longed to sink deeply. The sudden impulse aroused her further. He will be so happy to find that his wife is even more wet for him. Erik grabs the base of his dick, deep, shuddering breaths escaping his mouth before he pushes his thickness inside of her. Y/N fought for her breath, pushing back against the carved oak headboard. The minute he was inside of her, was the minute his body rocked. She could hear her slippery walls and his dick entering her tightness. She could hear their skin slapping. He was stretching her out to even wider depths.

“Daddy, you’re so big,” Y/N grabs his balls before stroking the base of his dick while he fucked her, “Mmm, God, Daddy, I am so stuffed!”

Erik fucked her harder when she said that. He couldn’t even form a word. All Y/N could make out was his irregular breathing and ragged sighs. He had his his eyes on her from time to time then he would look down at the way he fucked that good puss. That warm, heated puss. Her breasts bounced and swayed like two beautiful fleshy pillows. Her stomach would flex each time he went in deeper, her face...That beautiful, breathtaking, gorgeous face. She blinked up at him with shock at how good he pounded her. Her mouth hung open while her lower lip pouted and dangled. He couldn’t control the urge to empty his balls and shoot off in her cunt deep.

“Fuck me, baby, fuck me just like that, get it baby, yes, Daddy, fuck it just like that. You getting that shit, Daddy, you know how to fuck me, you know how I deserve to be fucked. Ohhhh, God, Shit, baby. Big. Fucking. Dick. Gawd-“

“UGH, GIRL!”

Erik could feel his dick ripple and propel his cum into her pussy. Y/N tightened around him, pulling more cum from him. Erik lets out short, heated breaths before collapsing on top of Y/N. His face was hidden in the crook of her neck. Y/N reached up to stroke the back of his head.

“Baby?” She called his name in that voice that he loved, “Baby, look at me.”

Erik couldn’t do it. He was embarrassed and pissed. He never came pre-maturely, ever.

“It’s okay,” Y/N whispers soothingly into his ear, “I understand. It felt so good for you, it’s okay, you just felt so good, that’s all.”

He could cum again from those words.

“I want you to look at me.”

Erik lets in a shivering inhale before lifting onto his elbows to look down at her. His jaw was tightly clenched but his whiskey eyes blinked down at her. The tips of his ears were red and Y/N knew that was a sign of embarrassment for him. She kissed his lips, her eyes open as she kissed him. Erik looked from her eyes down to their joined lips before falling into the kiss. They French kissed for a little before Y/N broke the kiss, taking her thumb to wipe away spit from his chin.

“Don’t ever feel embarrassed about that. This is your pussy, you enjoy your pussy, okay?”

“Yes,” Erik gave her a weak smile, “I couldn’t control it-“

“Shhh,” Y/N pushed Erik down onto the bed, straddling him, “don’t talk, just feel.”

She began to grind her hips while his dick was still compressed by her walls. Like her pussy was made of angel dust, Erik’s dick came to life once more. The way she pulled on him had him grunting and running his hands all over her body. Y/N pressed her hands in the middle of his chest, moving her hips over him at a slow pace.

“You feel my pussy grabbing you nice and tight, Daddy?”

“Hmph, yes,” Erik bites his lip.

“Can I show Daddy how I fuck this dick?”

“Mmm, yes, girl.”

Y/N rode his dick. She used his pipe to her advantage. Erik’s ass cheeks clenched and his balls jumped. He was experiencing so much pleasure that it was all too much at once. Y/N took his dick and used it. Now, she was fucking him reverse. Her ass bounced and popped. He could see her fat pussy lips and tight hole wrapped around him snuggly. The skin of her wet hole was squeezing him. Erik reaches out to whack her ass. He held her cheeks apart while Y/N did her thing. He couldn’t believe it, he was going to cum again.

“FUCK,” Erik looked at her ass angrily, “LOOK WHAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO MAKE ME DO!”

Erik sucked in lungfuls of air as spasms of delight rocketed through him.

“UMPH! DADDY!” Y/N was squirting on him. Squirting and creaming. She didn’t stop her rhythm. The bed jumped beneath them like a trampoline.

“Ugghhhhhh, SHIT IS RIDICULOUS, Fuckkkk!”

Erik came again right after Y/N. He grabs her ass to pull her pussy off of his sensitive dick. More cum spilled from Erik and stained Y/N’s dripping wet cunt.

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POP! SIZZLE!

Erik drank from the champagne bottle while some of the fuzz spilled down his neck and onto his naked chest. Y/N was right by his side in a pair of black panties, titties out as they sun bathed. Erik tips the bottle over her breasts, coating them with champagne. Y/N rubs it into her caramel skin. She looked up at Erik through her shades and straw hat, smiling at her man.

“Welcome to the good life!!!” Erik sings T-Pains song.

“Welcome to the good LI-I-I-IFE!” Y/N sings.

“Now throw your hands up in the sky!!!!”

“Aye-“

“AYE-“

“Aye-“

“AYE-“

“IM GOOD!” They finished together.

“I miss that Kanye,” Y/N says while applying sunscreen to her thighs.

“Me too,” Erik picked up his cigar, “We’re living the good life though.”

“For sure.” Y/N smiles with contempt.

“Look.”

Y/N lifts up on her elbows to look over at Erik. He had an obvious tent in his trunks. Y/N laughs, falling back against her beach chair before grabbing her Rum Punch.

“Your dick is always hard, baby,” Y/N giggles.

“Always hard for you,” Erik grabs one of her titties while rolling her nipple, “Come suck on Daddy.”

“So you can cum again in two minutes? I’d be glad to.”

Y/N got up from her seat, kneeling in front of Erik on the sand. She removed her straw hat, pulling Erik’s trunks down to his thighs.

“Ha-Ha. So you got jokes now?” Erik smiles.

“Just teasing. I can’t help the fact that I have amazing pussy.”

“That puss is more than amazing. That thang is magical.”

“Aww, babyeee,” Y/N grabs Erik’s fat dick, “Thank you. Thank you so much,” She wraps her lips around him and went to town.

“DAMN,” Erik’s head went back.

“Mhm,” Y/N mumbled with her lips wrapped around him.

“Shit,” Erik grips the back of her head, “You’re a nasty thing, aren’t you?”

“Mhm,” Y/N looked him square in the eyes while sucking his dick, “mmmm.”

“You love me. I can tell by the way you suck me.”

Y/N gurgled around him.

“Look at that rock on your finger wrapped around my stick,” Erik bites his lip, “My wife is the best freaky love.”

Erik whispered Oh God, and Don’t stop. Y/N went fast and hard. He was so huge and firm in her mouth. Her jaws had to hurt at this point. He rested back on his elbows, russet skin draped in sweat under the scorching sun. Erik’s fingers dragged over his chiseled abs. Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. He couldn’t believe this shit. His dick was ready to bust again.

“What the fuck?” He asked weakly, “what. The. Fuck.”

Erik’s hips lifted from the beach chair while his nut empites into Y/N’s mouth. She couldn’t see his eyes behind his shades but she could see the frustrated crease in his brows and the slight mug on his nose and lips. His body went slack against the beach chair while Y/N stood up, licking her lips clean and wiping cum from her bottom lip.

“Are you doing this shit on purpose?” Erik asks between deep breaths.

“No, Daddy,” Y/N drinks some of her Rum Punch, “You just don’t have control,” Y/N smiles wickedly, “Let me know when you need me again, babe.”

Erik pulled up his trunks over his flaccid penis, “Uh-huh, yeah, okay.” He was irritated. Erik has something for Y/N.”

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The rest of the evening was spent preparing dinner, unpacking, and sleeping. Erik wanted to hang more but his body wasn’t having that. They both woke the next day around 12 PM. Brunch was prepared by Erik on the patio. They ate in complete nudity while talking about what activities they could do. Snorkeling, jet skiing, ride ATV’s, go on a tour to see the tropical animals, enjoy the nightlife, go shopping, all of those things were their plan.

After the big breakfast, Y/N decided to take a bubble bath while Erik went for a run before working out in the gym at their Villa. This gave Y/N time to read a book while sipping on her Sangria. She still felt like she was living in a fairytale. The rings on her finger, the man who married her, the Villa and the beautiful island. All of it seemed like a dream to her. When Erik returned, he took a shower and sat in the hammock with Y/N while she retwists his new growth with beeswax and mango butter. She braided it back afterward. They both took a nap on the hammock, waking up a few hours later. That night Y/N and Erik decided to go out for drinks. The place they found played amazing dancehall music that had them both dancing. The club reminded Y/N of a scene from Dirty Dancing. Sweaty bodies connected and grinding on eachother. Her and Erik were dripping with sweat. They weren’t even drunk because they both sweat out the alcohol.

“THIS IS SO MUCH FUN!” Y/N yells at Erik as they danced, “LOOK AT YOU MOVE, BABY!”

“Nah, look at you,” Erik twirled Y/N, “Best fucking dancer I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh, yeah?” Y/N gyrated her hips on Erik, “I can move, baby?”

“Shit moving like jello, ma,” Erik slaps Y/N’s ass, “tig ol’ bitties bouncing around. You got these men wanting some. You mine though,” Erik licked Y/N’s neck.

“Mmm, Don’t start nothing you can’t finish.”

“What did you just say?” Erik whispers in her ear.

“Don’t start nothing you can’t finish.”

“Can’t finish, huh?” Erik brings a hand around Y/N’s neck, “come talk that shit in the car ride home and watch what I do to you.”

“Uh-huh,” Y/N says with a smile.

“You think I’m playing. Your pussy might be heavenly and all but I got that ass now. I’ll have you cumming in minutes. You know how Daddy does it, Wifey.”

Y/N turns, her sweaty face near Erik’s, while his hands cascades down her back to palm both her ass cheeks, “I guess I need a reminder then. I seem to have forgotten,” Y/N licks Erik’s top lip with a flick of her tongue, “we got a lot of time.”

“With that ring on your finger we got all the time in the world, right?”

“Damn right,” Y/N puts her hand out in front of her, “look at it glow.”

After dancing a few more times and settling at the bar for another hour to make up for all the drinks they sweated out, Erik calls for an Uber back to the Villa. They were both wasted and would rather be wasted in their vacation villa instead of in public since they weren’t familiar with the area. In the Uber home, there was slight traffic. It frustrated the hell out of Erik because his dick was damn near crying for pleasure. Y/N just removed her shoes and threw her legs over Erik’s, looking around her in silence or staring at him with her beautiful eyes. Erik ran his fingers up and down her exposed leg. His actions looked like they were putting Y/N to sleep.

“How much further?” Erik asks the Uber driver.

“Just up this hill and we are there my man.”

Sure enough, they both made it back. Erik stirred Y/N awake while grabbing her shoes. He got out and came around to her side opening her door and picking her up to carry her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Erik thanked the Uber driver before taking the stairs to the villa. He dropped her heels off on the patio and walked inside. Erik laid her body out on the pit sofa, dimming the lights in the Villa with just a clap of his hands. She was knocked out cold. Erik stood above her, removing his clothes. Each piece fell on the floor in a wrinkled pile. Fully naked, Erik got down on his knees in the middle of the pit sofa, gently removing Y/N’s dress. She stirred a little but she didn’t wake up. Her nude body looked magnificent in the middle of that large sofa. They could sleep here tonight. Erik places his wife onto her back, spread her legs nice and slow, before lowering his head between her legs again. Eating her pussy was his favorite thing to do.

As soon as his lips found her wet and sticky mound, Y/N’s hips jerked, eyes closed but a crease formed in her brow. Erik brought her legs back swiftly before pulling her pussy lips apart, using his tongue to wiggle inside of her. Y/N’s eyes opened, her sleep ridden body jolting from the sudden intrusion. She looked so confused but at the same time she felt so much pleasure. Her shaky moans and bewildered eyes drove Erik insane. She looked so shocked with each gasp that escaped her mouth.

“Baybee?” She questioned, “Daddy?”

Erik didn’t respond.

“Mmmm,” She moaned.

Her pussy tasted even sweeter than the previous day. She was really really wet down there for him. So wet that she stained the pit sofa. Erik leaned back to admire her pussy. Labia and clit all puffy and wet, her honey pot oozing with its sweet treat. He leans back in, taking his time to suck on her. That’s when she fully sat up on her elbows. Her hand reached out to hold his head but her limbs were so weak her hand shook on the back of his head.

“Umph, Daddy, daddy you’re making me cum. Keep going, don’t stop,” her hips bucked in his mouth, “Umph, fuck, Yesssss.”

With one big inhale, Y/N came in Erik’s mouth. Once again, his chin and lips were covered in her release.

“Daddy about to give you this monster,” Erik strokes his rigid and meaty pipe, “Assume the fucking position.”

Y/N didn’t take her instructions lightly. She pointed her ass in the air, face pressed into the soft suede of the pit sofa. Erik spanked her hard a few times before thrusting forward into her pussy with just his hips. Y/N’s body fell forward slightly from how much force Erik put into that stroke. She tried reaching behind her to push at his chest but Erik didn’t want that.

“Mm-mm, arms reaching out in front of you, DONT touch me.”

Y/N reaches out in front of her. Erik admires her body in that positon and it made him caress her sore ass cheeks.

“You are stunning, baby girl. Just beautiful,” Erik strokes her slowly, “So lovely laid out in front of me like this. This is mines for the taking.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Y/N hisses, “Daddy, why are you so deep in my pussy like that? I can feel you in my soul, baby.”

“Should I go faster and make you feel it some more?”

“Please,” She quietly begged.

“Please what, Wifey?”

“Please, Da-“ Y/N couldn’t even finish her sentence when Erik started picking up the pace to beat her walls up. She felt her pussy spasm around him and convulse.

“Oh, shit, I’m cumming,” Y/N spoke into the couch cushion, “Daddy, keep beating it right there I’m cumming! YES!”

Y/N came on his dick, “YES! YES!” She whimpers.

“Keep cumming on me. Cum as much as you like,” Erik spoke with a whisper. He reached beneath her to rub her clit in circles. Y/N started fucking him back when she felt him do that. The noise of her ass ricocheting off of him echoed across the living room.

“Oh? That’s what that pussy kat doing? She leaking on me again?” Erik was surrounded by nothing but wetness that poured and poured from her.

“Damn, baby,” Y/N was frozen with shock.

“Should I keep hitting that thang?”

“I can take it,” Y/N started fucking Erik’s dick herself, “So big and fat in my little pussy.”

“Shit, yes the fuck I am,” Erik spreads her cheeks to see for himself, “I’m in that puss.”

“If you keep stroking my G-spot like that,” Y/N clawed the couch, “Umph, Erik, ima squirt-“

Y/N felt it pouring before she could even finish her words. A weak sigh spilled from her mouth. Now that he made her cum three times, it was his turn to bang her pussy until he bust a nut. Erik strokes faster and harder. Y/N reaches under her to grab his sack, massaging it with her fingers while he hammered her walls. She could do nothing but moan. Erik could do nothing but moan. Both of them enjoyed the feeling and made sounds of pleasure. Erik mumbled some words that Y/N was too weak to understand. All she felt was Erik’s dick swelling to cum inspiring proportions. Her pussy stretched even more, her walls unable to take more of his fat dick Erik always got fatter and thicker when he was about to cum. You had to be a big girl to take the dick he delivered. Y/N was still learning.

“Baby, I feel that fat dick pumping inside of me.”

“Goddamn, girl!!” Erik erupted inside of her, “FUCK FUCK FUCK.”

“Give me all of it, Daddy.”

“Shit, girl,” Erik felt her popping her pussy on his dick.

“Is there more for me? I want some more. My pussy is greedy for Daddy’s good cum-“

“THATS HOW IT IS?” Erik slams into her, “that’s how it is, ma?” Erik fucked her like his dick wasn’t sensitive, “Stay still while I fuck you since this is what you want,” He grabs her wrists, “Stay still.”

“OH, My God,” Erik didn’t hold back. He punished her pussy.

“That’s right, Hubby! That’s how you fuck your wife! That’s how you fuck me!”

“Your Lil’ ass got me cumming again,” Erik spanked her ass, “this is what you do to me.”

Erik grunts deep, more of him exploding from the tip of his dick. He slowly takes his dick out. Y/N flips over to get on her knees, sucking the rest of him off. Erik watched with a pout of lips, eyes closing. She laid back, spreading her legs to show him all of his cum dripping from her pussy. He watched her push it out, the thick nut oozing down the crack of her ass.

This was going to be a beautiful two weeks.

[mylittleredgirl]

9, 12, and 25 for any Star Trek of your choosing

9. Most disliked character(s)? Why?

Honestly, not into the Borg Queen. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE “First Contact” and Alice Krige killed it, but making the Borg ~sexy~ is... eh. The first time I saw the movie (11/22!!! Happy 24th birthday First Contact, now let me rag on you), I came away from it thinking the Borg Queen was metaphorical and only Data and Picard could see her because of the connection to the Borg -- like she was a kind of siren voice in the head of new drones luring them into giving themselves up. Which is cool! But that didn’t hold up to a second viewing, and certainly not to how she plays out in Voyager. Having her be an Actual Entity changed the nature of the Borg from this terrifying faceless, emotionless, reason-less entity without individuality into... well, a mindless army serving a single individual. Meh.

12. Is there an unpopular arc that you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

Hmmm... it’s hard to tell sometimes what’s an unpopular arc and what’s just “a lot of people hate this series,” but I like both the Xindi arc of Enterprise and the first season of Discovery. There’s actually some similarity to the reasons why people don’t like them, too -- Starfleet flagrantly sacrificing its principles for military reasons, the captain doing Morally Dubious Shit, and the biggest issue with mainstream Trek fans: iT’s NoT cAnOn!!1

However my single most unpopular take in my family is that I like the Klingon redesign in Discovery. I subscribe to the “Lord, give me canon or something better” prayer of hey, if we have more money to throw at this, let’s definitely make them look more alien and hire a dialogue coach. 

25. How would you end XXX/Would you change the ending of XXX?

Oooooh okay. So. Obvs, the series finales to change are Voyager and Enterprise, right?

Enterprise is easy! Sure, skip ahead to the start of the Federation -- that’s basically the finale we would’ve gotten if we’d had a full series run, cool cool cool. But framing it as a holodeck program wrecked it, and somehow managed managed to travel back to the mid-90s and ruin a perfectly good TNG episode in the process. So like... just make the plot of it the plot, let Trip live, and center it on the actual Enterprise characters. Dishes are done. 

The Voyager finale should just be like, a whole new thing, but I was thinking about the recent discussion of how the stakes are too small to justify Admiral Janeway’s actions. They’re especially too small for us, because we haven’t seen this tragic future for ourselves -- I mean, they could have shown us a Federation largely overrun by the Borg, but they gave us a cocktail party missing 3 people. And if Admiral Janeway shows up like “here check out this picture of THE GOLDEN GATE BRIDGE ASSIMILATED” we get to skip the 35 minutes of Janeway arguing with herself and we can rock and roll. 

But!! If we’re going to do a “Janeway gets the chance to change the past” thing... and let’s assume they for fuck’s sake knew how the series would end at the beginning of the season so could set this up... why not create an episode that centers the actual point of the series. I want to see Janeway look in the face of the positive impact this ship has had on the Delta Quadrant and make the choice a second time, knowing everything, with her crew united behind her, to destroy the array and strand the ship. And then get them home, even if it time-skips forward a few years, and show! us! the damn! parade!! Let me see Harry Kim’s parents hug him PLEASE, show us Tom Paris proudly showing his kid off to his dad, fucking go FULL ON end of Homeward Bound: The Incredible Journey and give me Janeway reuniting with her old dog. 

And? Don’t stone me, but I don’t actually want a romantic resolution for Janeway, because both J/C and J/7 fans should get to go on living. But I want some scenes man, give me the SCENES. Seven should thank her, and I demand one warmly reciprocated hug. And as Voyager flies toward Earth, give me J/C giving each other a Meaningful, She’s Kind Of Teary-Eyed, He’s Kind Of Star-Eyed Look on the Bridge, and they hold hands with a smile that speaks of The Future Is Now. The whole thing ends with a pop of champagne, the whole team raising their glasses together, and toasting “To the journey.”

It’s a work in progress, but like. Yeah. Change that Voyager finale please.

(salty asks)

[puckinghell]

Oooooh I'm so excited for Christmas, how about 94 with Freddie?

you overhear my ex mocking me for being single at a holiday party and introduce yourself as my SO with a kiss on the cheek but we’ve never spoken before

---

Dating your coworker is always a bad idea.

You knew it, and yet, the first time Andrew asked you out you were so overwhelmed by the fact that someone hot like him would, that you said yes, and from that moment on you were never really able to say no. 

It was all great, until it wasn’t.

You broke up last month because Andrew decided he’d much rather fuck random girls in bars, and it was awful not only because you lost your boyfriend but because you still had to work with him. 

You work in the Leafs PR department and so does Andrew. You love your job, although lately you’re spending more time trying to avoid your ex than actually working. You know that’s not good, so it’s your New Years resolution to stop avoiding him.

Luckily, it’s not New Years yet. 

“You can’t avoid him forever, you know,” Danielle says. 

You take another, probably too big, sip of your drink. “But I can sure as hell try,” you mumble. 

The Leafs Christmas party is always a fun time; you love the people you work with - except one - and it’s really one of the only times where you get to chat to the players as people, instead of you wanting something from them for social channels. It’s one of your favorite things about this party, how candid the players are when they’ve got a drink in hand and Mariah Carey is blasting in the background.

Unfortunately, Andrew has been around the players all evening, so you’ve stuck at Danielle’s side and talked a little to Martina, and ignored everyone else. 

It’s nearly midnight and you’re pretty sure you’ve successfully avoided Andrew; you’re standing at the champagne fountain - yes, it’s ridiculous, but it’s the Leafs - when you hear a voice. 

“Hey, Y/N.” 

Fuck.

You twirl around and put on your fakest media smile. “Hello, Andrew. Nice party, huh?” 

“Yes.” Andrew smiles, a little sharp. “Lydia is sure having a good time, aren’t you, babe?” 

Only now so you notice the girl standing at his side. She’s petite and skinny and the exact opposite of you, almost like he did it on purpose.

Maybe he had.

But you refuse to let her be the victim of this, so you send her a tight smile.

“Good. Enjoy your night, Lydia.” You make an effort to walk away but Andrew’s hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you. He lets go immediately, but he has your attention now, and that’s what he wanted.

“Did you not take anyone to the party?” he asks. “No boyfriend? Not even a friend you could convince to come? That’s a bit sad, come on, Y/N, I’m sure you could ask a random guy on the streets and if you mentioned it’s a Leafs party he’d come with you.” 

You’re too flabbergasted to even speak.

Andrew shrugs. “Listen, babe, we’re over. You need to get over it, okay? Pining after me isn’t gonna help.” 

That motherf...

“Hey, babe,” a soft, but firm voice says, and then someone presses a kiss to your cheek and a strong arm wraps around your waist. Then, a lot less soft, almost annoyed: “Oh, Andrew.” 

You look to the side only to find the one and only Freddie Andersen, his smile tight as he stares at your ex, his arm protectively around you. 

So, the thing is, Freddie is one of the big guys, at the Leafs. When it comes to PR hierarchy, you’re just not the one that gets to interview Freddie, just like you won’t interview Mitch or Auston or John. Instead, you talk to rookies and backups.

It doesn’t bother you, but it means you’ve not really ever had a full conversation with Freddie before. Definitely not enough for him to be kissing your cheek and calling you babe. 

It’s strange. 

But then you look at Andrew and his eyes are nearly popping out of his head, pure shock written over his face, and it feels so good to have him stunned like that that you let yourself lean into Freddie’s side a bit more.

“Hi, Fred,” you say, putting on your flirtiest voice; it’s a voice that Andrew knows all too well. “This is Andrew’s new...” You pause, let a silence drop. “Girlfriend? Lydia.” 

“It’s so nice to meet you,” Lydia gawks, shaking Freddie’s hand, and the eyes she’s giving him show that she’s not super interested in being Andrew’s anything, right now.

It feels like victory. 

“Nice to meet you, Lydia,” Freddie says kindly, then a lot more unkindly: “Andrew, you won’t mind if I steal Y/N for a minute?” He doesn’t even wait for Andrew’s answer, instead immediately starts steering you away from him.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, “hope that was okay. I just overheard what he said, and I couldn’t...” He stops. You’re standing with all the other players, now, and Andrew has been left far behind. “He doesn’t deserve to say things like that about you,” Freddie finishes. There’s a deep frown etched into his forehead and he looks genuinely upset.

“Thank you so much, Freddie,” you tell him. “He’s an asshole, and thinking that perhaps someone like you could be interested in someone like me... That’s gonna kill him. Which gives me great joy.” You grin. “So thanks.” 

Freddie’s frown doesn’t disappear. “Someone like you?” he repeats. “Not to be forward, but you’re beautiful, and way out of his league.” He smiles. “Out of mine, too, but I’m still gonna ask if you want to dance.”

And, well, if that ain’t a fucking Christmas miracle, so you nod and let Freddie take you onto the dance floor. 

You’re too lost in Freddie’s eyes to even notice Andrew sulking on the side. 

[darkanima2345]

A continuation of the continuation. Enjoy!

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“Here we are, Light,” Hope said as he pulled into the driveway of a small thatched cottage in the middle of nowhere. Ivy covered the front of the house; birds flew around several bird feeders that had been set up; bees zipped in between scores of flowers that surrounded the base of house.

“It’s absolutely breathtaking Hope,” she said as she got out of the car. He smiled.

“Wait until you see the best bit,” he said wiggling his eyebrows. “Here, let me get that for you.” Hope took Lightning’s case from the passenger footwell. She gave him a smile, those reserved solely for him, and have been since the Whitewood. Hope unlocked his front door and held it open for Lightning to enter. Oooh, he's such a gentleman. Lightning could practically hear Lumina swooning.

Lightning entered Hope’s home. The first thing she noticed was the enormous window directly opposite the front door; the window went from the floor to the ceiling and was several paces in length. It had a stunning view of vast fields covered in flowers, with mountains in the distance and a fast flowing river curving around the base of them. Lightning moved up to the window, placing her hand on it palm flat.

“I take it that this window is the best bit then Hope?” she said, barely above a whisper .

“Yeah it is. Wait until sunset though, then it is truly spectacular. Although I must say that my view right now rivals it.” Lightning turned round and saw a pink cheeked Hope with his soft green eyes looking straight at her. Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him! Lightning was struggling to restrain Lumina now. Hope shook his head.

“Sorry Light, I’m being a terrible host. Allow me to show you to your room.” Hope turned on his heel and walked to the left of the front door, Lightning’s bag in hand. Lightning followed, noting that the room she was in had nothing on the walls.

“Here you are Light.” Hope opened the wooden door to reveal a small room, with a bed and a chest of draws in. Again, Lightning noticed, there was nothing on the walls. She walked in and placed the box containing Odin's crystal on top of the draws, next to a vase of freshly cut roses.

“There is a bathroom through the door there. It has a shower in, but if you would like a bath then feel free to use the bath in the main bathroom. My home is your home Light. Please help yourself to anything you would like. I’ll let you get some rest and freshen up.” Hope placed Lightning’s bag on her bed and turned to walk out of the room.

“Oh! That’s right. Wait Hope. I have something for you.” Lightning went over to her bag and opened it. Inside, buried underneath clothes was a rectangular package wrapped in blue wrapping paper.

“Oh just what I always wanted! A blue rectangle!” He said, smirking. Lightning shot him a glare.

“Don’t get cute. It’s a gift from Serah.”

“From Serah?” Hope moved over to the bed and sat down, taking the item offered by Lightning. Lightning sat down next to him. Hope peeled the wrapping paper off the corner and carefully unwrapped it. He was shocked to see a hand drawn Alexander in his Gesault form staring back at him, beautifully framed in a wooden frame. Hope traced Alexander’s left shoulder with his finger.

“Did Serah draw this Light?”

“Yes she did. She’s always had quite a passion for drawing.”

“But how? She never saw Alexander. How could she know what he looked like?”

“She doesn’t. She says that she can ‘see' him. But what is really strange is that she couldn’t continue the drawing unless I was in the room with her. She loses her glimpse of him if I’m not in the room” Hope looked up from the picture and turned to look at Lightning. Calming green met calming blue; she had been staring at him.

“Please pass my thanks onto Serah for me, and my regret that she couldn’t make it. And thank you Light, for bringing it all this way.”

“Its no problem Hope. I was coming to see you anyway, with or without Serah.” She smiled at him. He smiled back. They stayed there for some time, or no time at all, staring into each others eyes. Slowly, they both began to lean in, eyes fluttering shut. They were millimetres from each other, moving closer, Lightning could feel Hope’s breath on her lips. The moment was shattered when a loud buzzing noise came from Lightning’s pocket. Nooooooooooo! Lumina really did have a piercing scream, Lightning thought. She took her phone out, still buzzing in her hand, and read the name Serah on the screen.

“Sorry Hope. I need to take this.”

“Of course. Let me know if you need anything.” Hope stood up, walked out of the room and gently closed the door, taking the picture of Alexander with him.

Lightning slid her finger along the front screen of her phone, answering the call.

“Hey Serah.”

“Hi Sis! Did you get to Hope’s safely? Is he okay? What’s his house like? Did he like my drawing?” Lightning chucked at the rapid fire questions from her younger sister.

“I’m here safely, yes. Hope is fine, if looking a little tired. His house is beautiful, a picturesque countryside cottage. He was made up with your gift, yes. Although I’m sure he would have appreciated it more if you were the one to deliver it to him. Remind me again why you and Snow and Vanille and Fang and everyone else couldn’t make it?” Serah just giggled.

“Because of work and other reasons that you couldn’t argue with. You were always close to Hope sis, and I know that he held you very close to his heart. You two should have some time to catch up without all of us there distracting him. Although do pass on all of our phone numbers and emails to him so he can get in contact when he wants to.”

“Yeah I will do.”

“Anything else to tell me sis?”

“No I don’t think so...” Lightning’s eyes glanced over to the draws and to the purple box that sat on top of them. “Oh, Hope bought me a gift. He gave it to me when he picked me up from the station.”

“Oooooh. What is it?”

“It’s a copy of the crystal I used to summon Odin in the old world.”

“Oh wow sis. Can I see it?”

“Unless you fancy making the trip down here, no you can’t.”

“Honestly Claire, you are so bad when it comes to technology. If you look at your phone screen it should have a symbol that looks like a video camera. Tap it.” Lightning did as she was instructed and Serah appeared on her phone screen, giving her sister a small wave. “See, you can show it to me and I don’t even have to be there.” Lightning smiled.

“You always were good with technology Serah. Hold on.” Lightning went and carefully removed the crystal from the box. She held her phone in her right hand and held the crystal in her left by her face. She wanted to see Serah’s reaction after all. Once Serah’s eyes fell onto the crystal Lightning could have sworn that they flashed white, if only for a moment.

“Oh wow Claire. That is absolutely stunning. I...” Serah paused, looking down, brow furrowed in concentration.

“You okay Serah?”

“Yeah. I- I- I think I may know what Odin looked like. Could you send me a picture of the crystal sis? I feel like drawing all of a sudden.”

“Of course. I’ll do that as soon as were done.”

“Thanks sis.” Lightning heard a knock on the door.

“One sec Serah. Come in.” The door opened and Hope popped his head in.

“Sorry to disturb you Light. Would you like anything to eat or drink at all?” As if on cue, Lightning’s stomach made a noise that could have passed for a whale’s mating call. Hope struggled to hide his laughter.

“I’ll take that as a yes then. Come on out when you’re ready.”

“Thanks Hope,” she said giving him a smile and trying desperately to ignore the burning she felt in her cheeks. He turned and gently shut the door. “You could have said hello you know Serah.”

“No I couldn’t. This is meant to be your time with him Light. I’ve kept you talking long enough. Speak soon!” Serah abruptly ended the video call. Ruuuuude! Lightning couldn’t help but agree with Lumina.

Lightning stood and carefully placed Odin’s crystal back into its box, taking a picture and sending it to Serah, and putting on the lid.

Lightning found Hope facing a counter in a kitchen, in a little offset next to the large window that she hadn’t noticed before. Hope turned around and held a tray full of cheeses, biscuits, crackers, and what looked like chocolate cake in his hands.

“Would you mind getting the door just there for me please Light?” Lighting turned to her left and saw sliding patio doors. She opened them and saw a small patio with a table and two chairs facing the mountains that had been revealed so well by the huge window. On the table were two champagne glasses and a bottle. Hope gracefully moved past Lightning and placed the tray onto the table, grabbed the bottle and after a loud pop!, was pouring fizzy liquid into the glasses. He pulled a chair out from underneath the table and motioned for Lightning to sit, then taking the seat opposite.

Lightning sat down, enjoying the heat the chair gave out after spending all day in the sunlight. Hope picked up both glasses and handed one to Lightning. He held his up to Lightning in a toast, “To the new world, and to the savior who brought us here.”

Lightning mimicked Hope’s actions, blushing ever so slightly, lifting her glass to him.

“To the new world, and to the man who saved the savior.”

[crystalwillow]

My Eternity (Ethan x Casey)

"... Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow...... I love you too..... Goodnight babe. mwah!" Casey said softly down the phone to her soon to be husband. As she placed her phone to charge on the nightstand there was a light knock at her door, "it's open" she called out. It opened slowly and her bridesmaids filed in one by one. Jackie, Sienna, Aurora and Esme. "hey. how are you feeling?" Sienna asked as they all sat on the bed around Casey. "Pretty nervous if I'm being honest." she replied with a shaky voice, "hey. You've got this Valentine" Jackie encouraged as she wrapped her arm around Casey's shoulder, pulling her into a greatly appreciated tight hug. "Late night snack before bed girls?" Aurora asked, Casey sat up and looked at her "what is it?" she asked with narrowed eyes, "gluten free pizza with all your favourite vegetables plus a sprinkling of diced chicken" Aurora answered. The girls all looked at one and other before rushing out the room and down the stairs "Casey has the best taste for pizza. the first slice is mine!" Aurora and Casey heard Esme shout out as the three other girls raced towards the kitchen. The two left behind shared a chuckle before following them for a snack and glass of wine before bed.

--- 15 hours later---

Casey paced back and forth nervously in her room at the church waiting for word on her dress from Jackie and Esme, and the arrival of her hair and make-up artist from Aurora dand Sienna. "Okay.. it's okay Casey. everthing will be fine there's a whole 3 hours to go. they'll be here soon and everythiing will be fi--" She stops rambling to herself as her biggest fear completely takes over and she flops on the sofa bursting into tears. "Why me!?" she screams through her tears. She and Ethan had been planning this moment for the past 2 years.

They had been officially dating for a year when Ethan popped the question one night in the diagnostics room, as they were staying late to finish up some reports. Now 3 years later she's "backstage" at a church for her wedding a wreck because both her dress and make-up artist are stuck in traffic. She was a hyperventillating mess by now, she'd been crying for almost 45 minutes when a knock at the door sounded, followed by a deep soothing voice that was all too familiar. "Casey?? Sweetheart, it's me. Ethan. Look... I know we're keeping things traditional because you're respecting me, but I want to respect you too. I've heard about what's going on so I uh.. I'm out here in a t-shirt and jeans if you want to thr-" he's cut off by the door flying open and his soon to be wife running out in to his arms and sobbing into his neck. "it's ruined! everything is ruined!" she exclaimed through her tears. "hey! shhhhh, it's alright sweetie, I'm here." he cooed softly as he rubbed soothing circles on Casey's back.

Slowly he walked into the room and sat them down on the sofa as he cuddled Casey close. Slowly but surely with the small forehead kisses and whispers of sweet nothings she finely calmed down. "I'm sorry." Casey sniffled after a few moments of silence, Ethan brow forrowed. "Sorry for what?" He asked "This. I've messed everythi-" She started to ramble but Ethan stopped her with a finger to her lips "I don't want to hear none of that Valentine, do you understand?" he asked seriously but with the softest look on his face. She nodded. The two spent a few more minutes with each other, cuddling, laughing and sharing sweet kisses until Sienna came back. she gasped as she saw Ethan "The others are coming! quick! out... out!" She panicked urging Ethan out the room "I'll see you in a few Rookie" He smiled at Casey blowing her a kiss before leaving, mere moments before the room came to life with what felt like a million people to prepare her for the moment she had dreamt about her whole life. Marrying the love of her life. Her soulmate. Okay so he's a few years older but that doesn't matter, what matters is their love and respect for each other. The ceremony they're here for to tie them together for enternity.

--- 30 minutes to the ceremony ---

The girls are all inside their room having the finishing touches put to their outfits when there's a frantic knocking the the door. All four bridesmaids rush to answer it. on the other side you hear a frantic voice "Have you girls seen Ethan?!" Casey zoned out of the conversation as her phone pinged.

Ethan: peep out the window :)

Casey: Why?? ...

Ethan: Just.. please?

Sighing Casey set her phone down and peeped out the window and peeped out the window, only showing her head and neck. As her eyes focused she saw Ethan doing the same round the corner of the building and smiled wide, giggling to herself. She waved and blushed as Ethan blew her a kiss before disappearing round the corner. "Casey..." A voice sounded out behind her causing her to jump "What are you smiling at missy?" Jackie asked smugly, "oh, nothing. Just two birds who looked very much in love" Casey replied. Jackie, Aurora, Esme and Sienna all gave each other a knowing smile before turning back to Casey and wiggling their eyebrows "What? ..... What're you guys looking at me like tha- OOOOOH. no! stop! get your minds out of the gutter!" she laughed as she threw a pillow at Esme and one at Jackie. "Oi Valentine!" they shouted in unison and the world around the five of them went completely still for a moment "wow. That's the last time i'll hear that as my last name." Casey whispered with a tear coming to her eye but stopped it from falling. *ding ding ding ding ding ding* the bells started to chime singnaling the beginning of the wedding. "well...." said Sienna, supressing a smile as she looked around the room "Let's go and make you a Ramsey!" She cheered and the others joined in as casey grabbed her bouquet and followed them out.

As Casey stood behind the closed door,the nerves really hit her "Oh God... I'm doing this. I'm marrying Ethan Ramsey. phew" she rambled nervously "hey! It's going to be fine" Ethan's dad told her soothingly "What if I trip and fall on my face though? I already had one breakdown tod-" She started rambling again but was cut off by the bolt on the other side of the door moving. Letting out a deep breath, she looped her arm through Alan's and they began walking down the aisle, as Casey walked down towards Ethan he looked down to wipe tears from his eyes. Soon, they were standing opposite each other and exchanging vows. Ethan cleared his throat and looked at Casey with a smile "Rookie. That's how this whole thing started... you helped me rescue a woman in the reception area on your way to orientation when you didn't need to stop. as that year went on you infuriated me more and more with your persistance to be kind to me when I was, quite frankly, being an asshole to you. But then we... hooked up. I had shut that kind of thing out of my life for years. To be honest, I'd given up on finding "the one" who I would end up marrying. But you came along and changed everything. I... You showed me the feeling of love again that I had blocked out. I feel normal again and I want to thank God for putting you in my life because if it wasn't for you I believe I would have become a stubborn drunk by now. Thank You for everything you've done and will continue to do. I love you" he finished up and kisses away a tear rolling down Casey's cheek. "you look beautiful" he whispered in her ear.

"I now pronouce you husband and wife." the priest announced after Casey and Ethan exchanged "I do's" and rings. They leave the church to hollering and applause, with bursts of confetti coming from random people. As they reached the steps, Ethan picked Casey up "Ah! Ethan!" she giggled as he carried her to their limo that would take them to their reception and then their new house at the end of the night.

--- At the reception ---

The reception was in full swing as Ethan and Casey sat at their table watching their guest enjoy themselves. Sighing happily Casey looked up at Ethan and kissed his cheek. "I love you Mr.Ramsey" she said, he looked down at her and smiled "I love you too Mrs.Ramsey" he smiled and kissed her lips sweetly. She giggled giddily and hugged him tightly. Ethan's dad approached the table with someone in tow, making Ethan rise to his feet to stand in front of you protectively. "I found this guy outside. He said he knows Casey." Alan stated as Casey looked up and saw Landry who gave a nervous smile and wave "You weren't invited." Casey said coldly as her face turned sour, "I know but we were friends and I wa-" Landry started to explain as Casey moved past Ethan getting into his face "Exactly WERE friends. But you decided to try and get my license revoked and almost cost me my job, when I was doing what was right for the paitient. She passed away happy! and YOU!" She said raising her voice louder and louder by the minute as she jabbed her finger into his chest and pulled her shoulder out of Ethan's comforting grip, "YOU WERE. PART. OF IT. But you left that part out to save your ass! So no. we are no longer friends because you are a TWO FACED, BACKSTABBING, MAN-WHORE, WHO NEEDS LEAVE MY RECEPTION AND GET OUT OF THIS BUILDING RIGHT NOW. GO!" she shouted as she pointed to the door. "i- okay" Landry said as he turned to leave. Ethan pulled Casey close to his chest, pressing a kiss to her head, "Get rid of him dad. Please, for Casey's sake." He told his father who obligied and escorted Landry out. "Hey. it's okay" Ethan cooed to Casey sweetly as he hugged her tightly as Jackie and everyone else came running over to support her "are you okay Case?" Elijah asked, "I brought you Champagne" Sienna said as she held out the flute to her best friend. Casey took it with a smile and a small "thank you" as she took a sip. "I think we should go dance. All of us. We've come so far together. Aaaaand, I wanna have fun tonight" She smiled as she placed the flute on the table next to Ethan's beer. "Macarena circle?" Bryce suggested, his eyes glistening with mischief "WOOOOO!" everyone cheered and rushed to the dance floor as Bryce went and asked for the song before joining the circle. Together they danced and laughed the night away.

Before they knew it Ethan and Casey were pulling up to their new home they would share for the rest of their lives. "Casey.... honey.." Ethan whispered as he gently woke his new wife up "Hm?" Casey hummed as she sat up looking confused "We're home" Ethan said softly and Casey responded with a smile. After he had stepped out, Ethan held out his hand to help Casey out of the limo and together they stepped into their new home ready to start the next chapter of their lives together.

[something-tofightfor]

Favorite makeup products and favorite beginner makeup products?

Oooooh, so I’m going to list my favorites here, and stick to one of each for overall fave/beginner (which I’ll categorize as drugstore/inexpensive options). 

Overall: 

Mascara: Benefit roller lash is my go-to when it comes to a prestige brand. It applies well, stays on, and is just super super NICE. 

Lipstick: I go back and forth on this between Anastasia Liquid Lipstick and Tarte lip paint, and I think it’s gotta be the ABH. It stays on better, it comes in a much easier to apply format, and I think it smells better, too. 

Foundation: I LOVE Anastasia Luminous. It’s really expensive, but it goes a long way... and it’s buildable, comes in a ton of color shades, and isn’t heavy. It stays, too, which is GREAT. 

Concealer: Kat Von D (or whatever it’s being called now) Lock It has always done the trick for me. 

Bronzer/Highlighter: Anastasia Amrezy is SO GREAT, but I also really like BECCA’s Champagne Pop... it’s super super subtle at first swipe. 

Eyeliner: Beauty Bakerie lillipop (I think I’ve said this before) and KVD tattoo liner in trooper. I swear both of these would stay on through a damn firehose being sprayed at my face.  

Eyeshadow: So, while it’s not super expensive or considered a prestige brand, I’m gonna go with BH cosmetics for this, because all of their stuff is really nice, very pigmented and really blendable. I have not found a SINGLE palette of theirs that I have been disappointed with. My favorites? the Carli Bybel palette by BH (not the Anastasia one, even though that one’s nice too)

Anastasia makes really nice palettes, too. Norvina is beautiful, and so are Soft Glam and Subculture. 

* My favorite ever eyeshadow is actually a loose pigment that came in the KVD Serpentina palette, and it’s this gorgeous gold dust that I would bathe in if I could. 

Setting Spray: Urban Decay Up All Night. No questions asked. 

Primer: Tarte made this incredible primer with their Rainforest of the Sea collection that I haven’t been able to find for a while, but I loved it. It’s very similar to the mattifying poreless that they currently have, but it’s not quite the same. 

Facewash: Origins Checks and Balances.

Drugstore/Beginner: 

Mascara: L’oreal Voluminous. I swear by this stuff, and when I travel and don’t want to take my super expensive stuff, this always comes with me. 

Lipstick: Wet N Wild catsuit. There are a million and a half colors, it’s almost an exact dupe for Jeffree Starr velour lipsticks... an it’s $5. You literally cannot go wrong, and it doesn’t dry my lips out which is a plus. 

Foundation: I’m a sucker for NYX total control drop foundation. Can’t Stop Won’t Stop is also a good choice, but it’s a little thicker and heavier. 

Concealer: Maybelline Fit Me has always done what I need it to... Neutrogena HydroBoost is a good choice, too. 

Bronzer/Highlighter: I have a million different Wet N Wild bronzers and highlighters, and I use every single one of them. They’re really pigmented and really really fun to play around with because they all SHIFT. I love them. 

Eyeliner: I don’t use regular eyeliner pencils, because I think they’re hard to control, so NYX Matte Liquid and NYX Epic Ink are my choices here. 

Eyeshadow: Colourpop anything. I have never met a Colourpop shadow that I have hated, and for the price, you cannot beat them. I do, however, think that they have made more than enough Disney related products and need to stop. Two favorites? SOL and Exes and Ohs. The Super Shock shadow singles ... I collect those and I think I have about 15 of them? It’s a problem. 

Setting Spray: NYX has matte/dewey options, and so I like both depending on the look I’m going for. 

Primer: Maybelline FaceStudio. It’s easy to use, impossible to use too much of, and it’s really gentle. 

Facewash: Neutrogena Hydro Boost line is my go-to. I try to vary the types of face wash that I use so I cycle through three or four, but this is one that I always go back to. 

[achtung-attitude]

Shizuka saunters out of Love Street hospital and begins stretching on the street in front. Starting first with her upper arms, then lacing her fingers in front of her and dipping low, touching her toes. After stretching her calves, heel to thigh, she’s completely loosened out, jogging on the spot cheerfully. 

“You shouldn’t move around so much. SATURN BARZ mighta patched you up a little, but you still hurt.” Kilo says, stepping out of the doors behind her. 

“I feel fine. Look!” Shizuka replies, then performs a cartwheel on the sidewalk, narrowly avoiding kicking a passerby in the head. “See? Never better!” The passerby shakes his head at her and storms around her, scowling at her and Kilo.

Kilo scowls back, and approaches her. “Alright, enough. Wasn’t my point, but whatever. Here.” He says, pulling something from his back pocket and handing it to her.

He drops it into her hands, and she sees it is a pearl-handled switchblade, confirmed when she presses the switch and the polished blade flicks into being. “Uh… thanks? ”

“You’re welcome.”

She regards the weapon skeptically. “Um… no offence Kilo, but, what do I need this for? I have ACHTUNG BABY. I have my moves. What’s a little knife going to add to that?”

“Well for one thing, it’ll do more damage against someone like Phantasma than bare fists,” he states bluntly, “did you know the doctors thought you’d been hit by a car at first? That little knife might not seem like much, but when your moves and ACHTUNG BABY can’t finish the job, it could save your life… Look, just take it, a’ight? If nothing else, it’ll give me some peace of mind.”

Shizuka looks at the knife again, turning it over in her hand. Then she flicks the blade away, and is about to say something to him when a black Cadillac limousine pulls up in front of them. The door clicks open and Jerome pops his head out. “Hey y’all! Ya boy’s come to pick you up!”

“Good to see ya, man,” Kilo greets him.

“C-King!” she cries, trotting over to him to embrace him. “It feels like forever since I last saw you! Thanks for coming, I was dying to get out of this hospital. I am so ready to get back to your mansion!”

“Ahaha...” Jerome laughs uncomfortably, patting her on the back and pulling away from the hug, “About that… That ain’t where we going.”

Shizuka noticeably deflates. “Whu… Why not…?”

“Yeah, what the hell? What’s wrong with your house?” Kilo asks, frowning.

“It’s still being repaired, that’s what’s wrong. You know? After that time a bunch of crazy motherfuckers tore it to pieces? Remember that shit?!”

Kilo grimaces briefly and looks away, rubbing the back of his neck. “…Wasn’t my fault.”

“Three people died on my property, mayn! I was a suspect in that shit! I nearly went to jail!”

“Oh, Jerome…!” Shizuka whines, “I’m sorry. I never meant for any of this to come back on you.”

C-King’s smile returns. “Oh honey, I ain’t mad at you, that ain’t what I’m sayin’. Look, what happened happened, I’ll deal with it like I deals with everything else! I don’t blame you for what went down.”

“Oh! Well I-”

“I blame the lady-pig that led that crazy tattoo guy to my house.”

“I resent that,” Moya says, appearing next to Kilo. She too appears to have recovered from her injuries, though she is still clad in hospital garb. Kilo regards out of the corner of his eye.

“Hey hey, hold on!,” Jerome shouts, pointing at her, “I don’t know what you thinkin’, but this limo’s got room for three people! You ain’t invited!”

“I don’t want to get in your limo. I need to talk to Shizuka. You ought to hear this too Staples, all things considered.”

“What is it? Some new lead about T’onga Kim?” Kilo asks, crossing his arms.

“Something like that. It’s hardly a lead, more like a hunch… Phantasma’s death was not natural.”

“What?” Shizuka asks.

“Course it was unnatural. She didn’t die of a heart attack, it was a fuckin’ car crash,” Kilo declares, “It doesn’t get more unnatural than that. ”

“Not what I mean,” Moya declares back, “I mean it doesn’t make sense. How does a police vehicle suddenly lose control in broad daylight? There are too many details that don’t add up. I have a feeling that someone orchestrated that crash.”

“Orchestrated… You mean, an assassination? Then, the one who did it…?” 

“I don’t know. I don’t have any proof. My gut just tells me something is wrong about all this.” She pauses here, and looks around, gauging their reactions. Kilo is inscrutable as ever under his stern masque, while Jerome is clearly clueless. Shizuka eyebrows turn up, an expression of worry. Moya sighs. “Look, I’m gonna settle up here for a while longer. Got reports to write, and I’m still chasing the investigation into Phantasma. I could be completely wrong, so all I’m saying is, look after each other. Keep both eyes open, and all that.”

“…That’s all you ever say,” Kilo says, rolling his eyes. “You gonna tell us to get out of town? Think we can’t handle shit?” Jerome snickers under his breath.

“Relax, Staples, I’m done with that. That one won me over,” she gestures to Shizuka. “I’ll be seeing you all soon enough.”

After a moment, Shizuka moves and lightly hugs her. “Thanks for everything, Moya. Take care of yourself.”

“Don’t worry about me, Shizuka Joestar,” she smiles. Shizuka releases her embrace and climbs into the back of the taxi. Kilo spares a sideways glance before following Shizuka.

“... You still ain’t getting in my limo!” Jerome shouts.

“I don’t want to!”

Jerome slides the door shut and the vehicle starts up, driving away from the hospital. Shizuka looks out of the window, watching her friend fade into the distance. 

In the back of the taxi, Jerome and Kilo chat. Or rather, Jerome talks, and Kilo gives mostly monosyllabic answers to his queries and jibes. Shizuka keeps mostly quiet, lost in her own thoughts, and both men decide against disturbing her.

The cartwheel she performed earlier outside the hospital was a mistake. Dull, throbbing pain envelops her all over, pulsating like a heartbeat. She keeps up her smile, and laughs at Jerome’s jokes. Phantasma’s fists mark her all over, and for the first time since she arrived in Los Angeles, Shizuka truly believes she may be in over her head.

                                                           ***

After about an hour in LA traffic, Jerome's limo pulls up into the parking lot of a hotel. Inglewood is the place to be for high-end Los Angeles hotels, and indeed they passed by several of them before finally arriving at their destination. It is not a large building, but it is a well kept one, with an air about it only found in old structures. Five American flags extend from the front of the stone brick facade, flapping lightly in a meagre breeze. though with no visible sign at the front.

“Oooooh…! It looks so classy!” Shizuka declares, pressing her face against the window to stare at it.

“Nice, right? Just had its grand opening a couple weeks ago. Sounded cool, but the funny thing is, I swear I heard about another hotel with the same name down on Rodeo Drive.”

“How good can it be?” Kilo says, “They forgot to put the name of the fucking place on the front. What’s it even called?”

Before Jerome can answer, the limo parks right at the entrance and the three get out. There are no other people coming inside, leaving the entrance surprisingly vacant. Jerome’s driver gets out and starts taking out his luggage, piling up with numerous suitcases, bags and champagne holders. 

“Does he need any help?” Shizuka asks.

“Nah, he good, come on,” Jerome assures her, stepping through the revolving door into the establishment.

The lobby is as empty as the outside, appearing somehow larger inside than the outside would suggest. The lights are adorned in charm holders, a crystal chandelier is in the middle of the lobby. Above the main entrance is a painting on the ceiling of several angels ascending into Heaven, looking for all the world like an image from the Sistine Chapel.

“It’s beautiful…” Shizuka says, looking straight up.

“It’s… old-school…” Kilo responds, casting glances side to side even as he follows Jerome to reception. Waiting for them at the desk is a single bellboy, a middle-aged black man with unusually large ears. The smile he gives them has an odd quality. It is one of genuine kindness, but also, rather like a photograph of a real smile.

“Welcome, sirs and madam. We have been expecting for some time. We’re delighted to have you staying with us. Welcome to the Hotel California...”

END OF CHAPTER 28

[eternal-dannation]

the point of having a writing degree is so that when someone on facebook jokes about a gay erotic jock gangbang you can follow up on that

Guys Being Dudes

The shrill whistle cut through the late afternoon air. “Hit the shower, boys!” coach Mahoney yelled.

Chad Brodowski wiped the sweat off his forehead. At 18, his hard and toned body was in peak physical condition, a perfect specimen of a high school quarterback who had an excellent shot at going to state.

“Great hustle out there Brodowski!” his friend and defensive lineman Troy Massles said, slapping him playfully on his tight ass. Chad felt a jolt of electricity at the touch. Was it his imagination or had Troy’s hand lingered a second longer? He felt the front of his shiney spandex tighten and he quickly moved his helmet in front of him to hide it, even as he watched Troy jog on ahead of him.

Where Chad was toned and supple, Troy was hulking. His muscles bulged and flexed as he made his way off the field in a way that Chad definitely appreciated. They were like Reinhardt and Genji, from the hit video game Overwatch, he reflected. Now if only he could slip Troy’s fat dick into his mouth like the Overwatch erotic fanfiction he had been reading last night on AO3….

Chad blinked as his eyes adjusted to the relative dimness of the locker room. He paused a moment at the door, breathing deep and taking it in. The smell of sweat and testosterone, the loud raucous banter of half naked men. Was there anything more primal? More erotic? In world history, Mrs. Lower had told them that in ancient Greece, men had wrestled oiled and naked. Truly, he understood why they were the foundation of Western society.

He stepped confidently into the room. All the guys were there: Troy, Brad, Keith, Drake, and of course Schmitty. His best friends, his total bros. He greeted them all as he made his way to his locker.

“Brad, looking good man. Troy, you been working out? Looking swole bro, looking swole. Keith! New boxers? Very tight man, very tight. Drake, up high! Schmittaaaay!”

He quickly joined his teammates in nudity, reveling in the feeling of pulling his cock out in front of his friends. He peeked at them from the corners of his eyes, and snapped back when he spotted them looking back.

They all piled their tight young bods into the communal shower, heat and steam creating the perfect erotic atmosphere. Chad could feel himself getting hard as he rubbed soap all over his supple body and cut muscles.

“Bro attack!” Drake yelled from behind him, jumping on his back and pressing his own hard soapy body into Chad’s. They fell in a heap laughing, as all the other boys joined in, one big heap of soapy homoerotic tension.

“Hey bros, I have a cool idea,” Chad said slyly.

“Yeah bro, what is it?” Troy asked from his position sandwiched between Keith and Schmitty.

“What if I sucked all you off until you came all over my face?”

The room fell silent except for the steady hiss of the shower heads. Chad tried to act nonchalant, but he could feel heat rising to his face. He couldn't even look them in the eye, although every else he looked held tight asses or semi flaccid dicks.

“Bro,” Troy said at last.

Chad felt something warm and girthy pressed up against his cheek. He turned to see Troy’s massive tanned cock glowering directly in front of his face. “Bro, I would like nothing more than to have you suck me off bro.”

Chad didn't waste time with words. His wildest sexual fantasy was happening in front of his very eyes and he was going to seize the moment before whatever magic had blessed him vanished. He plunged his juicy lips onto Troy’s stiff cock and began working it feverishly with his tongue and lips. Like the proletariat rising up to overthrow their bourgeoisie masters, soon the other players had crowded around him in a circle, rock hard dicks encircling him like spears.

Chad was in heaven. His head bobbed furiously, forcing cock after cock down his throat. Saliva poured down his chin and onto his toned abs, the river splitting like the Tigris and Euphrates around his throbbing erection. He barely had time to breathe, the moment he released his aural grip on one cock, another took its place. He worked like an automated machine that takes over menial labor and should allow the working class more luxury, were it not for oppressive capitalists. But the only thing getting oppressed in this circle was Chad’s throat, by big fat dicks. And he loved it. While he jerked off a friend’s cock in one hand, he held his own cock in the other, furiously masturbating in sheer ecstasy.

But just like capitalism, this gangbang was not a sustainable model, and before long Troy was shouting “Oooooh fuuuUUUUUUCKKKKK!!!!!!!” as he shot his hot sticky load all over Chad’s face. As if that were a signal, suddenly cum was spurting everywhere like popped champagne bottles. As Chad’s hair, face, and chest we're lathered in cum, he felt his own orgasm peak, and he cried in wordless joy as the most powerful orgasm of his life rippled through his body and out his cock in thick, milky bursts. Everyone collapsed just like capitalism inevitably will, and lay there panting, luxuriating in the powerful homoerotic energy surrounding them.

“I'm glad communism allowed us to be cool and sexy guys who can fuck good,” Chad said, wiping a glob of cum off his chin.

“Agreed,” Troy gasped, still trying to catch his breath. “Could you imagine if we believed in the lies of capitalism? We would probably be pathetic and hateful reactionary fucks who don't respect women!”

“Hey guys, wanna come over to my place after we’re done showering and read some Marx? My dad got me Das Kapital for my birthday!” Schmitty said.

“Schmittaaaay!” Everyone shouted.

Chad and his bros would go on to win state and grow as friends and comrades, upholding the values of communism while sucking great dick. The end.

[mintyvan]

29

prompt bob is in love with a wild brash girl and she helps him grow out of his shell a lil. + bob fluff

note Hello, friends. I’m kind of drunk as I post this. I hope it isn’t shit..... love ya loads.

___________________

“Oh, come on, Bob, don’t be so nervous,” you said to him, filing your nails in a clear acrylic chair. “It’s just another one of those foofy interviews for the fans.”

“But what they think about me matters, Y/N” he said, pacing, waiting for the interviewer to get there.

“You know that whatever you say, they’re still going to love you, right, angel boy?” You stood, looking him in the eye. “Even if your voice cracks or you can’t make eye contact, they’re going to take that with love. You’re the least problematic out of them all, anywho. Just chill.”

The interview went by smoothly with you there, hovering in the background. Although a few of the lads were confused as to why your presence was needed at all, Bob was happy to have you there as a good luck charm. He’d become bolder in his personal relationships just by being around you, but it was harder for him to be bolder on camera for some reason. Probably the classic “I prefer to be behind the camera, not in front of it,” cliché.

“So what are we doing today?” Bob asked after the interview, trying to keep up with you as you strutted down the street in your black chunky boots. Cobblestone? No problem.

“Let’s go skydiving.”

“Noooooooo way.”

“Or get day drunk.”

“I haven’t gotten drunk in months.”

“Now’s a better time than any! We’re both off today and tomorrow.”

“I guess.”

“Please, Bob. We’re here in this beautiful city for two more days and then I won’t see you in who knows how long. Live a little.”

You flagged down a taxi with a wave of your hand, and Bob smirked at how easily you could carry yourself in a city you’ve never been to.

On the ride back to the hotel, you read through your Twitter feed, laughing obnoxiously at a thread of old Vines (your summer would have been a lot better if Vine hadn’t been #cancelled), and at one point you were laughing so hard you started choking on your own spit. Bob started laughing too when he saw your face go all red and puffy, and then the cab driver started chuckling, and all of a sudden you three were laughing as you careened down the foreign streets. When the laughter died down, and everything fell silent in the rumbling taxi, the awkwardness of it made you snort again.

You were still on the verge of bursting into a fit of laughter when you flung the door to you and Bob’s hotel room open. While he took a shower, you busied yourself by scrolling down your Twitter feed again. You lied down on the bed on your back, head overhanging the edge. Your eyes started to feel heavy from the rush of blood.

“Hey Bob, what’s your sign?”

“What?” he asked, curls dripping wet from the shower. From your upside down vision, you could see him running fingers with product through the ringlets as he looked into the mirror.

“Your astrological sign? Mine is Aries. Been reading through these tweets for a little bit.”

“Gemini.”

“Ooh! I found a tweet about you. It says here you’re clever, energetic, imaginative, witty, and adaptable. How very you.”

“Am I all of those things?”

“Of course you are babe.” A pause went by as you read another tweet. “Oooooh. Listen to this. Apparently you’re also impulsive, restless, superficial, indecisive, and even devious.” That gleaned a chuckle from Bob.

“I knew the good things, but wow, the weak traits? Bob, I’d love to see how those play out sometime.”

“I guess you’ll just have to stick around some more.”

“Ha! I guess so. Hey, how about we go bowling? I haven’t been since I was, what, seven?”

****

You stepped up to the alley, and took a deep breath. You raised the ball up to your chest, and swung backward, and then forward. Your arm already hurt with exertion, and it was just the first shot. When you let go, you exhaled, and the ball rolled, and rolled, and rolled, until….

Right in the gutter.

“Fuck!” you yelled, a little too loudly considering the children to the right of you, but Bob just laughed. You wished you’d opted for the gutter barriers.

“Want me to show you how it’s done?” he said, already strutting up to the alley, ball in hand.

When he let it go, he had impeccable form. The muscles in his back rippled through his button down, and his fingers splayed out just right as the ball left them. It purred down the center of the alley and hit the first pin dead on, causing all the others to fall down.

“A strike?!” you said as he silently walked past you with mirth in his eyes. It was only the first round, but you knew you were going to lose.

****

“Bob, I’m so bored.”

“Only cause you’re not winning!” he accused, and sipped his soda with a smile. He’d been loving this, absolutely slaying your existence with his natural sporting ability. All those exercises he did every morning really did have an effect on him. You turned to him and looked him up and down in a joking way. He was getting this haughty air about him, and you were happy to be privy to this side of him.

“My turn again?” he asked, knowing full well it was his turn. He kissed you on the nose before heading down to strike out all the pins again. He pumped a fist high in the air when he finished the last shot with a strike, and a few little kids clapped from their spot on the side of the alley.

He strutted back to his seat, and put an arm around you. “And that’s the game,” he whispered in your ear. His hot breath tickled, and you giggled despite being a little upset that you lost.

“Why don’t we hit the arcade? Bowling is a stupid sport for sissies who can’t play real sports,” you ask him, kissing the side of his jaw. The bowling league in the lanes to the left eyed you with discontent. You didn’t mind their glares.

“Sounds good to me,” he replied, and you led him by the hand to where all the games were.

“Bob! Whack-a-mole! Let’s fuck these little rodents up!” you told him, and he rolled his eyes. You both took a plastic mallet and set to hammering down on the moles’ plastic heads. You were frantic, bashing them as quickly as possible, but for some reason, Bob was an expert at this game. By the time the console ding-ed with an annoying “Time’s Up!” buzzer, you were short of breath and bent over.

“Holy shit,” you looked up at him in awe. “I didn’t know you had it in you.” Surely he’d whacked at least fifteen more moles than you had.

Bob tapped the side of your forehead with a soft, “Hellooooooo,” because he’s a drummer, and obviously he’s got enough rhythm and focus to beat you at whack-a-mole.

“You’re just tearing me up tonight, aren’t you,” you said. You were loving this new side of him.

****

The champagne bottle cracked open with a pop as the boys all crowded around in the room. Larry’d run off to grab glasses, and everyone was waiting, frothing at the mouth similarly to the bottle itself.

The business end of Catfish and the Bottlemen was already drunk; Van and Bondy were slurring and tripping over themselves. Benji was trying to catch up with a bottle of Tito’s, but Bob sat waiting for his own share of champagne.

“Why don’t ya join us?” Van asked Bob, fingers running over the designs in the duvet mindlessly before Bondy came over to Bob, running his hands through his curls and tangling them at his crown.

“I’d slap you, but I don’t want to get slut on my hand.”

“You sassy bitch!” Van shrieked, tugging Bondy out of the room and back into another.

“That was actually good, Bob,” Benji relayed with surprise. Larry re-entered the room with six glasses, but two of the patrons had already left.

“He’s really coming out of his shell, isn’t he,” you surmised, pouring some bubbly into your glass. “True colors type shit.” Bob giggled despite having minimal champagne.

“One day you’re all going to see how devious I can be,” Bob hiccupped into his glass.

Truly, a Gemini.